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Age: 12 Years Sex: Male
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Leave a bone for Petey
Nicknames:
Petey Pooh, Pikachu, Blue Dog, Petey No!, Sweetie Pie, Sweetie Petey, I said No!
Doggie Dynamics:
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Quick Bio:
Likes:
Playing
Pet-Peeves:
Not Playing
Favorite Toy:
Frisbee, his boomer ball, or anything you can throw
Favorite Food:
People food
Favorite Walk:
In the yard. He has no desire to ever leave the yard
Best Tricks:
He doesn't have time for tricks. He's too busy playing.
Arrival Story:
He's the only dog we ever bought from a pet store, and the only purebred in the pack. We were "just looking" in the pet store and they had this strange looking little ball of fur. We had never seen an ACD before. We took him out and played with him and before we knew it he was ours.
Bio:
We found a toy called a boomer ball and he loves to herd the ball around the yard. He's an old dog so eventually he gets tired and goes for a swim in his pool.
Forums Motto:
The play's the thing.
I've Been On Dogster Since:
| March 26th 2004 |
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More than 4 years! |
I Was In The:
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
21738
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June 28th 2006 6:52 am
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What I would say to Petey:
You're the best dog ever. I'm glad you came into our lives and that we've had more than a decade of your company. I cherish every day we have together.
What Petey would say to me:
Seriously, throw the ball...
This is a special Tail of Devotion
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June 28th 2006 6:48 am
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Last week I hurt my leg playing frisbee. It's the second time this year I've hurt myself. Now the vet says I'm too old to play as hard as I do. Mom and Dad won't throw my frisbee any more and all they'll do is let me carry a ball around. Getting old is no fun.
October 26th 2005 11:06 am
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I'm getting a little old and my old bones don't hold up as well as they used to. I'm almost 10, darnit! So I can't play as hard as I did when I was a young stud. A couple weeks ago I was chasing my favorite ball (the one with little legs that Mom and Dad call my "cuz") and the darn thing bounced wrong and I fell and hurt my hip. It hurt really bad for a minute or two but then it got better and, other than a limp, I felt ok enough to play. Dad said no, though, so we had to quit.
Mom and Dad, being the overprotective parents that they are, decided I needed to go to a doctor to see if they could fix my limp. I HATE DOCTORS! And this one was even worse, in a weird sort of way.
It started out like a normal doctor visit, but then it turned into something from the Twilight Zone. The doctor began sticking these needles in me and saying things like "this one stokes the fire" and "this one is called large intestine number four". Now I'm no expert, but I thought dogs only had one large intestine.
Once he stuck needles in and said "these release the wind and the heat". Oh great. The last time I released wind and heat, Dad got mad at Mom for feeding me brocolli!
The final straw, the one that caused me to black out the rest of the visit from my memory like a bad memory, was when the doctor grapped my chin and my neck and started moving my head up and down. He said, and I swear this is true, "this is called the Lactating Duck". I couldn't believe my ears. I just wanna be a dog who catches frisbees and balls. And I'm a boy dog! I'm not lactating anything!
The next thing I know I was in the truck and Dad was telling me what a good dog I was. We'll see if he changes his tune when the "wind and air" are released...
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