Sancho Panza (1997 ♥ 20

Labrador Retriever/Breed Unknown
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Home:Blue Hill, NE  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 19 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Today is my Birthday!

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Special Gift Box:
The family of Charlie, Abbie, Teddy, Maggie, Sam and more!

Panzie, Bosky Boy, Pony, Bosko, My Boy, Boskyito

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-dog rescue

March 1st 1998

Chasing running things & running far, far away! Alas, there is a fence keeping him from his dreams. Sancho is an excellent swimmer & loves to ravish garbage bags, given a chance!

Thunder & Lightening, the 4th of July, loud noises, irritating puppies, restrictions on stealing people food.

Favorite Toy:
Honestly, Sancho isn't really into toys, but he like to chase "toys".

Favorite Food:
He LOVES Pumpkin Cheesecake! He has a sweet tooth and has been known to "relocate" all sorts of treats, including CHOCOLATE! He has a guardian dog angel, though, and didn't get sick.

Favorite Walk:
Any where there are great smells and things to see and or chase & people to visit.

Best Tricks:
Doing "down" really fast with a hand signal (must have a very tasty incentive reward though).

Arrival Story:
I took Sancho in when his best girl, Kristin, couldn't keep him any longer. Kristin was willing for me to take Sancho from New York State to Nebraska even though she couldn't see him just so he would have a good home. Now that is love!

Sancho was abused by a former owner & really had a hard time adjusting to rules in a household. He is terrified of storms & loud bangs. He has become a very wonderful, sweet boy over the past few years. He's my Bosky boy!

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I've Been On Dogster Since:
October 7th 2005 More than 11 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Meet my family
Cinder (1998
♥ 2012)
TateFreckles 1996
♥ 2011

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Sancho's Story

March 1, 1998

March 1st 2010 7:51 pm
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Happy Birthday to Me,
Happy Birthday to Me,
Happy Birthday, Dear Me
Happy Birthday to Me!

Yes, 12 years ago today I was born in New York State. It was a great day! I never knew my father(s) and my human grandmother sent me to a shelter a bit later on. But, I have overcome these things and today I had CAKE, a bone, licked an empty (hmmmm) bowl of chocolate ice cream and got many kisses.

Yes, I have overcome.

My day!

Love & Birthday Licks,

Sancho "Boskey Boy" Panza

PS Dogster HQ - I did NOT get a Birthday e-mail from you or 25 bones either. Speaking of bones, where are all of my missing bones that you took away from me? I want them back, plus interest. SP


The Dog Days of School

January 7th 2010 9:46 pm
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She is "going back to school"? Right, at her age? She says it will result in more and better treats for all of us. Well, what about now when she goes back to school, whatever that is? I don't need school, I have street smarts.

I did have some home school sessions where this nice lady came into our house and we had a great time! We did tracking with hot dogs - my all time fave activity. I could have been a tracker dog. Just one little problem, I like to run away when the hot dogs are gone. I did help my sister find her's though, which was kind of me. I graduated from home school, with honors.

Next, I went to Puppy Kindergarten when I was about 2 years old. It was fun! I got my mom into loads of trouble. She got chewed out for so many "naughty"things I did that we stopped going. I kind of missed it, but it was kind of stressful, too. All of those great smells and not being able to explore them. There were horses, poop, other dogs, people I needed to hump - all sorts of things I never really got to enjoy. Too many darn rules!

Anyway, we'll see how this school thing goes.

Sancho Street-Smart Panza


Dinner Time at Our House

December 23rd 2009 8:05 pm
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Just now Mom is trying to eat beef stew, my beef stew, to be precise. I start to kind of march in place right beside her, panting rather loudly, drooling a little, groaning and then the grand finale - I rattle my teeth in a most winning way. That gets her attention and makes her laugh and hand over my beefy treat. I had to do a little "I am right here waiting" growly-growl, very low-key for the second bite.

To her left she's got the cute chocolate dogs, all three doing synchronized staring at her with those greenie-yellowie-brown please-give-me-a-taste eyes.

Just behind her left shoulder there is big ole Tater Tot giving her the I-am-your-puppy-boy-even-though-I-am six-now look. Priceless. He's breathing right down her neck. If he rests his chin on her shoulder she is a goner.

At her feet is the little Freckie-Gracky Boy Jack Russell "aren't I a cute little bugger?" staring up at her. He gets anything she drops. She always drops something.

Now I give her a nose nudge and moan a little, dance around some more, pick up the breathing pace a bit. Oh yah, she gives me a carrot! All the other dogs jump up to attention, their hopes raised, waiting for their carrot. She doesn't have enough of them & I want them all.

Mango's nose is touching her hand - he rests his chin on her gently and looks up with that one look that says, "I am so glad I live with you". Java tilts his head to the side which guarantees a bite.

I pant harder. She looks at me....

Cinder lets out a big sigh that clearly says, "I was your first and best dog ever," and then adds a seal-pup nudge to make sure she's understood. She is.

Mom is getting indigestion from all of the pressure. She tries to look somewhere else and she gets the Basset Hound-sad-eyed-I-am-so-cute and please-share-with-me look.

I breathe harder, get my hot breath on her, pant, drool a little more and then sit, just waiting for my reward. I burp. If she ignores me I will take something - maybe a used tissue - out of the trash and rip it up. I might even eat it just to let her know I am hungry, too.

She says, "You guys just ate." Irrelevant.

Luckie lets out another sigh, copying Cinder because she's noticed that it always works for Cinder.

I moan a little more. Tate moves in and starts the big sniffing and intense eye contact approach. She smiles.

I stand up from my, "Look how regal I am when I sit" sit and feint toward the kitchen. Is she coming? Mom gets up and we all trot out to the kitchen on her heels. Java nudges he in the butt - the most sensitive part - and she says, Java, stop," which he does for a moment. Mango walks on her feet - they are still learning, plus they want to be right up front when she starts forking out the good stuff.

We are all here to get our beef stew bites - all nine of us - we finally get our much deserved share of the booty. Not that kind of booty, the treasure kind...the beef! We all know how to use a fork or a spoon for that matter. Sometimes, in her eagerness, Cinder takes the spoon along with her bite and mom laughs, retrieves the spoon from the Retriever and continues on. Luckie does a 80 pound Labbie "I love food" dance to make sure she gets what is due her. She does.

All eyes on mom.

Afterwards, Mom looks down before moving. Yes, there is a puddle or two of drool she has to wipe up, unless she steps in it first.

Her next meal: surround, repeat and eat.

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