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Age: 8 Years Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
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Leave a bone for Papa Roach
Nicknames:
Roach, Sucka
Quick Bio:
Likes:
trying to jump on people's shoulders, cutting me off when we go for walks, chasing children, destroying stuffed animals
Pet-Peeves:
hair dryers, being ignored for a millisecond, lighters
Favorite Toy:
anything that is NOT a toy
Favorite Food:
pantyliners (gross, I know...), used Kleenex, stuffed animal innards, cell phone holsters
Favorite Walk:
anywhere!
Arrival Story:
He was one of two pups left in the litter - small yet feisty! While playing with him outside, his Dad peed on him. I knew he was the one! Papa Roach was a gift to my daughter on her 10th birthday. It was just the 2 of us for a while and I felt we were missing something. He's our best friend and keeps us laughing.
Bio:
Papa Roach is a white Boxer - he looks just like his Dad! His mother was a fawn Boxer and as sweet as could be. Roach came from a hearty litter and all of the pups were healthy & robust. He's very dominant and swears he runs things. Although he treats my daughter like a peon at times, they have a playful relationship and love each other :-)
I've Been On Dogster Since:
| March 24th 2004 |
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More than 8 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
20722
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November 15th 2004 12:25 pm
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Oh cruel life! Oh misery! Oh why must canine love hurt so much?
'Twas only yesterday it seems... I was frolicking in the trash and
mud-ridden fields of Temple Hills with my one and only true love,
Queen. Or as I used to refer to as "Black 'Inbred' Beauty...."
Her overly-elongated torso - how it would taunt me with careless
shoves and budges that said "Catch me you frail fool... catch me if
you can!!!" We would race and chase... all over the place... basking
in the warm sunlight and bounding through the brisk and surprisingly
clean water that quietly stroked the accidental creek I liked to call
"Panty Liner Stream."
"Pray tell, why must you be separated from your heart?" you say? "Why
must you be forced to live in this cold and cruel world without your
reason for being?" I shall answer you, each word like a dagger
through my chest...
Love, as you know, makes one do frivolous things... my beloved stirred
up such rage, such passion in me... I turned to destructive patterns
of grief and abandonment. Queen's servant, "Cavalier de PG" always
seemed to have a vendetta against our torrid love affair. He would
taunt me with herbs and foreign leaf-like substances that would
envelop my nasal passages and cause my temporal lobe to go into
overdrive, leading me on my erratic and confused outburts of despair
and desperate tantrums.
The bait was planted and alas, my temptations were plagued with
Cavalier's deceit and mutiny. I fell victim to the forbidden fruit
and caused eviction and banishment... oh the irony!
Daily, I wait by the window... it has become white with saliva from my
crazed and incessant drooling as I sit and ponder my lost love. I
stare into the empty world, awaiting the day I will be reunited with
my soulmate... my mutant Doberman bride... one day we shall romp again
and I will steal your toys and taunt you as you coyly back away in
playful lover's defeat.
Until then my love.... my one nut aches to be with you again.
*Weeping*
~Roach
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