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Age: 16 Years Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
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Leave a bone for Munch
Special Gift Box:
Chito, Bandino, Munchkin, Munchie, Handsome
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May 5th 1997
Riding motorcycles & jetskis, hanging out the car window, air conditioning, women, his true love Cocoa, peeing on things, squeakers, unwrapping presents, Mom
Big dogs with balls, fleas, when Dad raises his voice, Huskies & ChowChows, men in hats, stinky crazy people
Stuffed animals that squeak or squeal when chewed upon, talking , quacking, mooing toys
chicken, bones, corned beef, corn muffins, sashimi (i.e. raw fish), Dairy Queen
the beach, the field, another beach, wherever you take me, by Mom's side
I don't do tricks. OK, I might sit when you tell me to if there is food involved. Also I have perfected the "hambone" - rollover onto my back to beg for things
Back in LA, when our old dog was hit by a car, a neighbor brought him down the street in a little Easter basket at 4 weeks old. We tried naming him El Diablo. It didn't stick. He was just a little Munchkin. He became more of a diablo later on.
Proud father of 17 puppies (2 of which live at home). Chito's quite the ladies' man & a benevolent pack leader. Born in Venice Beach, CA, he possesses psychic powers & smells absolutely wonderful.
All toys belong to Chito.
The Groups I'm In:
"DOGSTERHOLICS", ★PLANET PAWLLYWOOD★, ♥ The Pet Poetry Group ♥, ****Staffies & Bullie breeds forever****, Bully Ed 101, For the Love of Bullies, Bullies are Good Dogs, Canine-Americans for Obama, Cesar's Dogster Pack, Jodidogs Support, No Breed is a Bad Breed, Smile!, Top Terriers
The Last Forum I Posted In:
What did Santa-Paws bring you???
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|March 25th 2004
||More than 9 years!
I Was In The:
♥Mom♥ 2005 Mother's Day Stroll!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
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May 5th 2009 5:57 am
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Dododododododo, today's my birthday. Happy Birthday to ME!
I am fourteen. That's 14, as in 14 years old today!!!
And feeling fine! And still handsome (according to Mom).
The secret to my longevity is love sweet love, plenty of snacks, fresh ice water from the fridge, weekend romps at the beach and sleeping on the pillow in the bed with my Mom and Dad every night. I am very well LOVED. Dad promised to buy me a steak tonight.
It is the Cinco de Mayo and it's my birthday. I feel like celebrating. Will you come to my party?
February 9th 2009 12:20 pm
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Quiz game time! Ooh, ooh, I know, I know the answer! Pick me! I studied all night for this.
1. What color is your collar? It's leather!
2. What kind of food do you eat?
Pedigree - different flavors, but real chicken is my favorite dish
3. What are your favorite treats? Milk bones and Vanilla Wafers and pig ears
4. Do you have a Valentine or significant other?? Yes, my sweet Cocoa but she lives very, very far away... Other than that, my Mom is my love and visa versa.
5. Do you get Table Scraps? All the time. We are spoiled and Mom and Dad are suckers for the begging look we pull.
6. What is your favorite toy? I have a big, and I mean BIG laundry hamper FULL, yes full to over-flowing with my toys. They are mainly squeakers and my favorite is the last one I got or the next one Mom gives me.
7. When is your Birthday? May 5th, Cinco de Mayo. I will be 14!
8. How many times a day do you get to eat? We get a snack for breakfast and then dinner is about 4pm and then sometimes some of what the humans are eating later on.
9. Do you have a favorite color? I look very dashing in red or royal blue.
10. Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary? I sure hope so!
I have tagged:
August 8th 2008 8:40 am
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My nuts are missing! OMD, I woke up in a cage at the vet with a dull ache you know where. Someone musta' stole 'em. That's what I get fur falling asleep in a strange place! The world ain't safe, I'm telling you. I searched everywhere. They weren't where I usually keep 'em. The bag was empty!
On top of shock of this tragic discovery I then suffered supreme indignity at the hands of the cops when the officer laughed--LAUGHED, when I tried to file a police report to put out an APB for them. What's so funny? You wouldn't think it was humorous if it happened to you, Mister!
OK, so I'm a little past my prime (13 and counting) and my sex life I admit was non-existant anyway but this could take some getting used to. Boy they weren't kidding when they said, "Use it or lose it". Hey, maybe I'll run an ad in the paper in case someone finds them? Hmmm, how should I put this? "LOST. Family Jewels. Antique set. Sentimental value only. No questions asked. Big box of Milkbones is your reward for their safe return."
You see, it all started because I was having a minor medical problem. No big deal--a little piddling here and there indoors, by mistake I tell you. Normally I 'm housebroken of course but what's a few drops of pee? It mops up, you know. Mom got worried I had a urinary infection because I wee-weed on her lap and I didn't even notice I was going. Oops.
So Dad took me in for a consultation. Geez, how embarrassing. My privates weren't so private anymore. The doctor put his finger, HIS FINGER, up my... oh never mind. Anyhoo, da Doc told me it was my prostate and that's pretty common in gents my age. I'm thinking they're gonna give me some little blue pills and I'll be good to go. But NO! Next thing you know I'm groggy as heck and my days as a chick magnet are history, baby. The fat lady is singing loudly and right now I hate this song. I guess that means it's over an' I gotta face the music. Forget my dreams of stud fees and bitches...
Don't worry about the Munch. I may be handicapped--a double amputee in a way but I'll survive. I can still walk. Heck, I can run even, or swim. I can still eat; I can bark and sleep and kill a squeak toy. My Mom still loves me, at least or so she says. I'm the love of her life. The man of her dreams. The best dog in the whole wide world. Honest, she says it all the time!
Just don't give me any sh_t 'cuz grandpa or not, I can still kick your ass!
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