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Leave a bone for Sir Shaun Bones
Nicknames: Boy, Keeshond,Shauny, Good boy, Bad boy, Boy-boy, Silly Boy, Old man, Tubbs, Tubby, Old Tubby.
Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Quick Bio:
-purebred
Likes: Being petted, rawhide bones, human food (e.g. prawn crackers), and being around people
Pet-Peeves: Lightning and thunderstorms. And Springer jumping on top of him.
Favorite Toy: Rawhide Bones!!! YAYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favorite Food: Prawn crackers (keropok) and chicken biscuits...YUMMY!
Favorite Walk: Anywhere that's shady. And of course, AT HOME!
Best Tricks: Jumping through hoops (but now he's too old for that, and he's got joint problems, so he doesn't do jumping anymore)
Arrival Story: A friend of ours had a dog and a puppy (the pup was Shaun). They did not get along, and hence, Shaun was given to my neighbour! We are his guardians when our neighbour goes to work, or when she goes overseas. Then the house really becomes FUN! Shaun adn Springer do have their little squabbles and Shaun *growllls* at Springer from time to time, but it's really a lot of fun with the two of them.
Bio: Shaun: I am very loyal, I'd gladly wait for my family or owner to come back home...but I JUST HATE THUNDERSTORMS!!!!!!!!! THEY ARE JUST TERRIBLE!!!!!!!! And I dislike being left alone....I need someone to be by my side....FOREVER!!!!!!! That's why I have my family, who are my guardians. Heeheehee.....
Forums Motto: Eat bones on rainy days- Stay Loyal!
The Groups I'm In: Keeshonden
Picture descriptions: First picture: HI CAMERA! Second picture: Oh, camera, we meet again! Third picture: Springer, waddya looking at me for?? Fourth picture: Do I look wiser from side view, or front view? Fifth Picture: YOYOYO! Do I look cool? Sixth picture: With my blankie and my bone, life is good. Seventh Picture: I've got the blankie, the rawhide, the popcorn..all I need now is a movie to watch! Eighth picture: Me borrowing Springer's bandana.. Ninth picture: Sunglass dawg. "The name's Bone, SHAUN Bone."
They just had to move. No last words. But I know that they must have been thinking "goodbye, Shaun darling, we'll miss you lots". Yes, Springer and family have moved. I cherish the days we spent together. I cherish them all. I hope they'll come back to see me. I really wish they will. And I know they will. Except-
WHEN? I don't understand why they've moved, and I am beginning to suspect that we're moving too, because my owner, Auntie Margaret, is packing everything in boxes too...
But as much as I dislike Springer jumping on me and chomping my butt, I miss that kid. And I really miss my god-family. I really really do.
This afternoon, I was brought over to my 2nd home. Zhezhe then gave me some treats. Then she put on some spa music and used me as her guinea pig- she had to try out her new doggy massage techniques on me. Her best friend was there to help her do the "tuey-na" (which is a body massage using no oil or whatever other materials besides hands and energy and strength). At that moment whilst I was enjoying the massage, I didn't know my future would be terrifying...
They just had to dress me up. They put me in Springer's bandana (he's got his name on it but the bandana was inverted so the name faced inside. Bandana courtesy of this kind lady who owns a corgi called Lego and a cross-bred called Coconut. Did I mention I have the hots for Coconut? SSOOO sexy in that pink dress..Too bad she won't want an old dog like me whose legs seem to be failing...*sigh*... Okay that's another story) and made the metal box thingy click away. Then they took that off and put on a pair of sunglasses on me. They started clicking away again. Let's just say I'm not very photogenic- they took AGES because I kept moving just when the "digital camera" (whatever that means, though I know that's what zhezhe calls the metallic box) began to click. When they were finally done, they took that off. I thought that would be the end of it, but OH...NO. They just HAD to plop a beach cap on me and take more photos. (Okay I must admit I liked the outcome photo,- I looked young again, like some cool dude- you can see the photo in my dogster page). After that, they took that off and (*sigh*) plopped the colourful couch blankie on me, and put an empty bag of popcorn next to me, then snapped away again. Then they took the popcorn bag away and snapped some more. Well, check my dogster photos. Can you spot those that were taken during this home-made photoshoot?
Oops gotta ggooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (sorry about that my paw got stuck on those keys) Springer is coming- RUN AND HIDE! Today he tried humping me and then also tried chomping my behind. When I asked him who he learned the chomping the behind thing from he said "My role model, Kor Kor Barnabas Ju-Ern Khoo..." 3 words for him: XIAO DING DONG. (Which means crazy). Barn-Barn is not his real kor kor, just a corgi he knows. An apparently, idolises. Oops. SPRINGER ALERT!
I learnt a new lesson yesterday. It's called never go near durians. I was just poking my nose around the kitchen yesterday when I saw something that looked like the Esplanade building (yes I've been to the waterfront). aidecided to sniff it and then I thought it to be not much harm so I let it be. But then after a while of sniffing I decided to sit down. Who knew??? MY BUTT LANDED ON THE DURIAN!!! I started panicking and yelping (something I hadn't done in a LONG time) and then my owner said "OH SHAUN! ARE YOU OKAY? ARE YOU OKAY???" and stuff. But my butt wasn't hurting SO much. Just to be sure my owner brought me to te vet. Although you wil never know what happened at the vets because it's too embarrassing. It will never be spoken f ever again. If Springer tells you any nonsense about what happened at the vets', don't believe it. AT ALL.
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