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Likes: I love to hate squirrels. I terrorize them at every chance. I also like to chase rabbits, birds, leaves, butterflies...basically anything that moves. I love to go for car rides and go to any of the pet stores.
Pet-Peeves: ZEUS!
Favorite Toy: My "baby, that I have had since day 1 that I have been home and the pink octopus Harrison sent me last Christmas.
Favorite Food: McDonald's french fries! No doubt!.
Favorite Walk: Anywhere where people will see me and I will get attention.
Best Tricks: High fives, shaking paw with either paw, sit, down, roll over, play dead. I "will" do stay and come...when I want. I do however know "NO!"
Arrival Story: My family researched what breed would be best for them, they saved, watched the paper and WAHLAH, here I am.
Bio: I have allergies but having a great veterinarian (and being on the right food and medications) and having awesome groomer you would never know it. I'm a very healthy, happy 11lb. ball of fur who is very curious, playful and down right silly.
Forums Motto: Merry Christmas!
The Groups I'm In: ★PLANET PAWLLYWOOD★, ♥Pray for Tifanny♥, ♥All Fur Fun♥, ~Shih Tzus and Friends United~, Dogs with Allergies, New Site Homepage! Sweet!, Pawsome Pages, The K-9 Cafe, Voki Madness!, ~*♥!^Lovely Ladies!~*♥!^, ~~~*♥Dog Park USA♥*~~~
The Last Forum I Posted In: POTP needed for Zeus and the "unknown neoplastic maligna
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
by Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
Dear Santa Paws,
Usually my letters to you are all about me, what I want....what I want. I feel a little bad about that right now because I have not seen in the past years what is REALLY important. When I think about Christmas I think about Christmas trees and shopping, presents and cookies, family and lights, Christmas carols and snow and yes, Jesus's Birthday does enter my mind. I think about you and Mrs. Paws and the reindeer and the elves but most of all I think about....well...me and what am I going to get for Christmas. I have been good, so I feel like I am deserving. But Santa Paws something has happened that makes me very sad. My Zeuser, the best guy, the most friendliest of all the big dogs on this earth, the silliest, the dog with the biggest tongue you've ever seen in your life, and by far the most handsomest Zeuser is sick. He is sick and it makes me feel sick. As much as I wish, I know you can't make him better and that's not your fault Santa Paws and that's not why I'm writing. I want you to know this year I'm not thinking about me. Christmas isn't all about me raking in the gifts this time. I wanted you to know that. This year I want it to be all for Zeus. I want Zeus to have it ALL, everything. I don't want a thing, except for Zeus to have the best Christmas ever this year. He deserves it. That's what is REALLY important is for Zeus to have a good Christmas. For HIM to have ALL the fun, to squeak all the new toys, to jump with delight at the pressies with pretty wrapping and eat all the Christmas goodies. I want it to be him. Thanks Santa Paws, I would greatly appreciate it. I love you.
XOXO,
Tuesday ;)
Oh and by the way, you can give Zeus ALL Grace's gifts too, she hasn't been a very good girl anyway.
For all the fun you are
For all the things you do
For all the walks you take me on
For not yelling at me for my "accidents"
For all the trips to the pet store
For all the brushing me to keep me beautiful
For the care that you give me
For all the toys you by me
For all the games that you play with me
For all the car rides we take
For the loving way you get my "yums" ready everyday
For all the medication given too me
For all the money spent on me
For being so good to me....always and know matter what
For all the sweet talks you give me
For all the hugs you squeeze on me
For the bottled waters you pour in my bowl
For all the softball games you take me too
For all the help on Dogster you give
For all the groomer and spa days you take me too
For the beautiful clothes you get for me
For the tender way you give me my shots for my allergies
For the sweet way you call me in
For the loving way you wake me up in the morning
For all the times you don't get mad when I bark at the mailman
For taking extra special care of my ears and eyes
This is why I love you so much. For all you do mommy, I am so lucky that you came into my life. Happy Mother's Day.
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