Nicknames: Tazma, Tazzy, Tazzy Wazzy, Tazmanian, Tazmanian Devil, Devil Dog, Baby, Handsome, Ladies Man, Tazmaniac and the list could go on.
Gotcha Date: September 6th 2005
Birthday: July 2nd 1996
Likes: Hugs, kisses, people, children, attention, other dogs, cats, walks, running, the dog park, car rides
Pet-Peeves: Other dogs going near his toys, having his feet touched
Favorite Toy: Any stuffed animal. If it's one that squeaks, that's even better.
Favorite Food: Cheese! As well as peanut butter and Frosty Paws. Dog cookies he loves as well, anything from milkbones to snausages.
Favorite Walk: In the preserve.
Best Tricks: Nothing too special, just the basics. Sit, stay (or in his case, wait), paw, other paw..
Arrival Story: He was originally living in an apartment in Manhattan. His owners surrendered him to be put to sleep, because they were going to be evicted if they did not get rid of one of their dogs, so of course they picked their oldest dog. Typical people. A nice woman took him from them, and I saw Taz advertised on the internet. I have wanted to own a dog, ESPECIALLY a Siberian Husky, from the moment I knew what a dog was :D So I contacted the woman, for potential foster care for Taz, because I was unsure if I would be able to keep him, but I instantly fell in love with him, and now he's mine. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me and the dog I have been waiting for my whole life. Everyone we meet says that Taz and I were destined for each other and were meant to find each other. I couldn't agree more.
Wow, it's been a long time since I last wrote! Nothing much going on in the life of me, except that I just turned the big 1-o on July 2nd. And I'm the youngest 10 year old you'll ever meet! I still am acting like a puppy. Anyway, mommy threw me a birthday party and it was so much fun. I even had a yummy cake just for meeee.
Anyway, just thought I would give a quick update. I need to get going, once my daddy gets off work, he's coming to pick mommy and I up and I am going to the dog park with my friends Rocko and Abby :]
My mommy had to spend the weekend away from me to dog sit. I hate it, I want my mommy back. When she left, I started howling hoping she would hear me and come back, but I guess she couldn't :( I'm so lonely at home, my grandpa works all day, so mommy is always with me, I'm not too used to this. I hope mommy sends someone to visit me, she usually does when she is gone. I wonder when she is coming back home on Monday. That's when she told me she'd be back.
Today, Mommy took me to two preserves. She has been working with letting me off the leash in big enclosed areas. The first preserve we've been doing, and I do very well there and mommy is always proud of me. So, she thought she'd take me to even bigger and better one, where I could have more fun. I'll admit I did, but my mum was not happy with me. We were supposed to go down the trail, but I spotted swans in the lake, and that was it. I went in the lake and was chasing swans around. I kind of recall mommy screaming for me to get back, but I was pretty oblivious. I just wanted to catch a swan and eat it. I was going after them for about 20 minutes, I was on every end of the lake you could think. I was not giving up until I got one. Well, until some guy came in and took me out of the lake and brought me back to my mommy. Boy, was she a mad. And a mess. I could see she was crying and I knew I had it in for me by then. I really don't understand what was so bad because I had fun, but mom told me it wasn't the chasing of the swans and being in the lake, it was because I did not listen or even look at her when she called, and that she was scared I would never come out until I got one, which I probably wouldn't have. Mommy took me home immediately after that, and now I have to sit on a towel because I'm soaked and I stink. Mommy wants to give me a bath, but she has no more shampoo for me left. I can't stand to see her mad at me, but I'll have to deal.