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Leave a bone for Iago

Nicknames: Yags, Puppy, Babe, No, Wiggle butt, Little Guy

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 Quick Bio:
 Birthday: May 4th 2003
 Likes: Tennis balls, naps in the sun, walks around the community, sitting on my feet

Pet-Peeves: being alone, changing environments, having to go potty in the rain, the cat next door that sits on the fence.

Favorite Toy: Tennis ball, Rope toy, crickets, crickets, crickets

Favorite Food: Anything that fell on the floor!!

Favorite Walk: Through the community and around the playground down the street.

Best Tricks: He loves to fetch and "search" for treats.

Arrival Story: We rescued Iago as a three month old puppy from a house full of pets and no one to properly care for him. He was full of worms and fleas. After a few visits to the vet and good ol' fashion lovin', he turned into the perfect gentleman.

Forums Motto: Beware! I lick!

The Groups I'm In:
Bullies are Good Dogs, ~Royal Pits~

I've Been On Dogster Since:
| November 11th 2005 |
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More than 6 years! |

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id: 221294

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October 21st 2009 9:46 am
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I really don’t understand why I need to be pushed out of my warm bed every morning. I don’t even know if I need to potty. I was sleeping!!! I wish mommy and daddy would just let ME decide when it’s time to go potty. I HATE that
May 27th 2007 10:54 pm
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I lot of stuff has changed!!! We moved....AGAIN!! But this time, mommy tells me that it is different, this time we own the house. All I know is that we have a pool!! That gets four woofs from me!!
September 30th 2006 8:10 pm
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Yesterday something horrible happened. My best friend Chuey was found with a broken leg and his green insides all over the place. My mommy found him in the den, face down, in his own stuffing. I was not in the room so I have not been blamed for the incident. I feel like I am being framed. I have no recollection of the events that unfolded in the den that evening. I was just as shocked as mommy was to see Chuey that way. Even his squeaker sounded broken. I walked over and sniffed him, but he didn't respond.
My mommy brought me Chuey a few months ago. She said that when I was a puppy I used to eat everything, mostly electronics. I remember that, phone chargers were my favorite! Yum! She said that because of that, I was not allowed to play with things that could be eaten. They puppy-proofed the house and gave me really cool toys that I could chew and chew and chew and not destroy. I really loved my toys but my selection was limited. So now I am 3 years old and my mommy thought it would be ok to reintroduce toys that I couldn't have before. She brought home Chuey. He was great! I quickly learned that I could squish his head and he would squeak, or I could shake him back and forth and he would rattle! We played with him every day! I took him everywhere I went. He made a great pillow! He was so soft and fun. He was my best friend. I miss him, who am I going to sleep with now? I will find the culprit. I have been looking high and low, checking to see if he is hiding in the ceiling fan or under the couch. The search continues...
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