Midnight Star


Labrador Retriever/American Pit Bull Terrier [See My DogsterPlus Photo Book]
Picture of Midnight Star, a female Labrador Retriever/American Pit Bull Terrier

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"Cheese! Please? Didn't you hear me the first time?"

Home:Lincoln, NE  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 5 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Mac the Apple-Head

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"Mac the Apple-Head"

Begging for Biscuits at Branched Oak with Mac

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"Begging for Biscuits at Branched Oak with Mac"

Spiky Mac

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"Spiky Mac"

Synchronized Sleeping

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"Synchronized Sleeping"

There

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"There's room for two, Winnie. Come on up!"

The Scenic Overlook in Oklahoma.  Do you see any scenery?

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"The Scenic Overlook in Oklahoma. Do you see any scenery?"

Lake Ray Roberts, Texas

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"Lake Ray Roberts, Texas"

Drying off after swimming in Lake Ray Roberts, Texas

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"Drying off after swimming in Lake Ray Roberts, Texas"

We went to Shoemaker Marsh on July 4th.

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"We went to Shoemaker Marsh on July 4th."

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Special Gift Box:
Sergei
Maebe
The family of Rupert, H.I.C., Riley 2000 - 2006, Triston the Terror-ble, Tucker, Ella (Fitzgerald) and more!
Dani
Rupert, H.I.C.
 

Nicknames:
Starfish, Starling, Snuffleoffagus, Oozergrrl, Wigglebutt, Flubberface, Amazon Lily, Goober-Tracker

Quick Bio:
-pound dog-dog rescue

Likes:
Laying in the sunshine, going for rides

Pet-Peeves:
Being left in the car when everyone else is doing Pet Therapy

Favorite Toy:
Tim the Terrier

Favorite Food:
Chicken Jerky

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere! Everywhere! Let's go!

Best Tricks:
Oozing off the furniture

Arrival Story:
Star was one of 3 survivors from a litter of 5 tiny puppies left to freeze to death in a breezeway, and the last one of the litter left at the Shelter when I walked through one day. She was so depressed and lonely that she didn't even raise her head to look at me - it broke my heart, and I just had to take her home. Best decision I ever made, since she's snuggled her way right into my heart - my sweet little Snuffleoffagus will never be lonely again!

Forums Motto:
Go Figure!

The Groups I'm In:
(For the love of) SQUEAKY TOYS!!!, AnimaLimpix 2008, Bully Ed 101, Lost & Found - Dogsters & Catsters Unite To Help Find Missing Pets Here!, Ban Stupid Legislation, Dexter's Flewsies, HOPE, Nebraska and Iowa Dogs Unite!, Squeaky & Fuzzy, The Pound Puppy Project

The Last Forum I Posted In:
home remedies for flea/tick prevention?

I've Been On Dogster Since:
September 27th 2005 More than 4 years!

I Was In The:
I'm entered in Dogster's World's Coolest Dog and Cat Show!

Rosettes Given In The Past Month:


Special Gifts Given In The Past Month:
Chester
Maebe


Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
199025

for 1433 days

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The World According to Star


Too Many Projects, Mom!


November 5th 2009 1:34 pm
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“Mom?” I went down into the basement, one step at a time. “Are you down here?”

“Back here, Star,” Mom said. Her voice was kind of muffled. I went around her workbench and Dad’s glass grinders, and found Mom, bent over, reaching into the dryer. Just to be sure she knew I was there, I poked her with my nose.

“Hey!”

Well, it wasn’t my fault she nearly fell into the dryer. She knew I was looking for her, after all.

“Mom? Are you coming upstairs? We miss you!”

“What are you whining about, Little One?” Mom asked. (I love it when she calls me that. Sometimes I want to bite Tim when he’s in a crabby mood and calls me “Big Black Behemoth.”)

I wagged my tail at Mom. “We want you to come upstairs, Mom. You’ve been spending every spare minute you have down here, working on stuff. If it isn’t doing laundry, it’s those boxes. We want to go on walks, and snuggle with you. We want you to ask us to do tricks, and we want you to give us treats. You know, the stuff we used to do!”

Mom turned and put her hands on her hips. “Sweetie, don’t whine at me. You know I have to get ready for this Boutique thing. I have a long way to go, and it’s in a couple of weeks, now.”

My ears drooped. So did my tail.

Mom noticed. She sighed.

“Okay, then. I can take a break. What would you like to do? Go for a ride?” My ears perked up. “Go for a walk?” My tail started curling. “Do you want a treat?”

I danced in front of her and went into a play bow.

“I want to do them ALL, Mom! Let’s go!”

It was the perfect start to a perfect night!

Love,
Star.


The Black Hills Camping Trip, Part 8


October 21st 2009 8:01 am
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“You know, I don’t think there’s anything quite as nice as coming home.” I had just finished my inspection of the back yard, and was satisfied that nothing untoward had happened while we’d been camping in the Black Hills. I jumped up on the couch and laid down next to Winnie with a big happy sigh.

“I agree, entirely,” Winnie declared. She stood up and scrunched the blankies around to fit her shape, and then settled back into them with a sigh. “I just wish the ‘Folks would stop scurrying about. They’re disturbing my Beauty Rest, and Dog knows I need some after that trip!”

Winnie and I watched Mom and Dad troop back and forth to and from the house and the Dogmobile. I lost count of how many trips it took, but finally everything was deposited inside, in various piles throughout the main floors.

“Jeez - Mom has her work cut out for her!” I observed, looking at the piles.

There was no response from Winnie. She was sound asleep.

I looked over at Tim, over on the Settle. “What do you think, Little Buddy?”

All that came from Tim were little tiny terrier snores. I rolled my eyes, and then I yawned. Maybe it was time for a nap, after all!


The Black Hills Camping Trip, Part 7


October 15th 2009 9:34 am
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Mom and Dad did eventually come back from Snake Falls, with pink cheeks and windblown hair and cameras full of pictures.

As they got in the car again, Mom turned to us and said, “So what do you think, kids? Would you like to stop at Merritt Reservoir for lunch?”

Our wagging tails told her all she needed to know.

It wasn’t far to Merritt Reservoir - and when we got there, we were greeted by a huge expanse of white sand. We found, to our dismay, there were also more sand burs and lots and lots of wind. Still, the sun was shining and I got lots of running in. Winnie ran some, too, and Tim led Dad on a merry chase, hunting under beach snags.

“Dad was worried Tim was going to get tangled up in fish line,” Winnie said. “Those trees used to be all the way under water.”

“Really?” I was astounded. “Are you sure? Those were really big trees!”

She nodded. “That’s why Dad was worried. Who knows what could be in there - fish hooks, lead thingies, all kinds of wicked-sharp things.”

“Huh. Well, I’m glad Dad finally caught him, then.”

When Dad did catch Tim, he carried him back to the Dogmobile, and then Mom drove up to a place where the wind was a little calmer, opened all the windows and the sunroof, and we had a nice picnic lunch, right there in our own little traveling home.

And after lunch and one more “Bio Break,” we were on the final leg home!


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