 | Home:Rosemont / Bryn Mawr, PA | [I have a diary!] | Age: 4 Years Sex: Male Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Leave a bone for Madagán

Special Gift Box:

Nicknames: cushla macree, Inspector Madagán, Ali Baba, Destructor, Love Bug

Doggie Dynamics:
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 Quick Bio:
 Likes: Playing. Cuddling and licking other mammals silly. He's also really fond of the cats, who have yet to reciprocate.

Pet-Peeves: Madagán hates to be left alone and HATES going outside in the rain.

Favorite Toy: a true beagle, Madagán loves his little white stuffed bunny (as seen in main photo)

Favorite Food: Madagán is very enthusiastic about food in general, including all the cats' food.

Favorite Walk: Madagán is good to go anywhere as long as there's (a) something to sniff and/or (b) not too much cold involved. It usually takes us a very long time to get around one city block because he wants to say hi to EVERY human and dog we pass.

Best Tricks: Madagán shows signs of knowing expected behavior for "Sit", "Down", "Off", "Kisses" and "Outside." He has also shown some talent for casual attempts at leg-humping

Forums Motto: Attention is where it's at!

I've Been On Dogster Since:
| September 23rd 2005 |
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More than 4 years! |

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id: 197760

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October 9th 2005 10:52 am
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well, my weekend started out with a bang. biped stuck me into a black bag and we went through the door, into the magic box, and then there were all those loud noises. I thought maybe we were going to go visit my brother, but we went back to that place where there's a lot of shiny white. There were a WHOLE BUNCH OF FELINES wandering around this time and they didn't hit me like the ones at home do.
then biped and another biped in a white coat went into a room and played with me on a stainless steel thing while they talked. the white coat biped stuck things in my ears, then I got a TREAT and after I got the treat my shoulder hurt, it was really weird.
after that we came back home and my shoulder hurt and the biped kept picking me up even though it hurt and I had to tell her to cut it out with some yelping & nipping. it was all pretty upsetting but she figured out not to touch my shoulder after that.
This morning instead of taking me OUTSIDE she took me and the OUTSIDE pad into the magic box and out in the open air. there were SO MANY GOOD SMELLS and she kept saying OUTSIDE so eventually I got busy but it was hard to concentrate with so many good smells and people and there were OTHER DOGS and everything.
will write more later when she's not watching me at the computer but these days it seems like she's watching me all the time, won't let me pee or poo ANYwhere. uh-oh, here she comes. bye 4 now 
October 4th 2005 9:29 pm
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Today biped food dispenser did not come home to entertain me mid-day. Recognized my opportunity to chew through the duct tape holding the barrier that keeps me in my daytime cell and broke through to the main enclosure where the felines and biped live. Felines didn't assist in any way. Beginning to suspect they are out to get me.
Left presents for the biped food dispenser under the computer desk and cleaned up both of those food bowls she kindly left out for me. Not sure why the felines are so cranky still. Attempts to wiggle at them and bark are still meeting with swiping, hissing and general bad manners.
Biped laughed at me when she came home, but put me away, made me wait for food and THREW OUT THE PRESENTS. Maybe she wants more presents. Will investigate. 
September 25th 2005 9:53 pm
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Woke up this morning in the NEWSPAPER ROOM feeling a little better, so I howled and whined, and whined and howled. Maybe biped will get me my brother or play with me if I do that a lot.
The NEWSPAPER ROOM has this neat-o white thing with green carpeting on top of it that smells great. Biped doesn't like it when I eat the carpeting, keeps handing me my bone or my ball. 
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