Pet-Peeves: rainy days, vaccumn cleaner, tall men (especially if they have a hood!), peanut butter (what's the big deal? It's NASTY stuff!)
Favorite Toy: squeeky tennis balls, bones, rawhide, Kongs, but my MOST favourite toys are Paris's ears and the back of her neck
Favorite Food: Fromm Whitefish and Potato, baby carrots, cheese, dehydrated beef...actually, the only thing I won't eat is peanut butter, and of course peanuts!
Favorite Walk: The lake, the farm, Bark & Fitz (in Montreal), Birds n' Paws (in Kingston)
Best Tricks: Sit, stay, shake-a-paw, lie down, roll over, bow, go-to your-place, gentle, leave it, look at me, drop it, bring me your Kong/ball/toy.
Arrival Story: Mother spent over a year researching Dalmatian breeders, and was e-mail and calling my breeder long before I was even concieved. She and Papa drove almost 20 hrs round trip to bring me home! Mother original wanted one of my brothers (can you believe it!). In fact out of 8 puppies, I was her 6th pick! Not only did she not want a girl, but she thought I didn't have enough spots! Luckily for both of us, all of the other puppies were reserved for show homes so she got stuck with me. And, as it turns out, I grew up to be the pick of the litter (and I have more than enough spots)!! On a recent visit to the breeders, they offered Mother twice what she paid for me! Of course, she turned it down. She is absolutely obsessed with me now and can't imagine having any other dog.
Bio: I was born in Long Island, New York. My first humans christened me Deb, but Mother changed it to Zora when she adopted me. Both of my doggy parents are champion Dalmatians and of my 7 littermates, four are show dogs. I was supposed to start my showing career in the summer, but Mother decided she should finish grad school and get a job before getting into dog showing so she got me spayed instead. Now I am thoroughly enjoying the life of a spoiled pet. I go for long walks, harass my cousin Paris, destroy anything of value that Mother leaves around, and in general make as much of a nuisance of myself as possible.
I came home today and found my dog Zora sitting in the hallway surrounded by two pairs of boots, one pair of running shoes and a single lacoste shoe...all mangled beyond repair, of course. You know, I have worked at Aldo for nearly 6 years and for the first time in my life, I own less than 6 pairs of black pumps. No, I should revise that-- for the first time in my life, I don't own ANY black pumps..or black boots for that matter. After my rage subsided, I sat down to take inventory of all the shoes the mangy, mongrel has destroyed in the last year and a half of her life. Here is what I came up with:
Black Aldo pointy-toed flats: $40
Black Aldo pointy-toed pumps (worn twice): $50
Black Aldo round-toed pumps: $40
Black Aldo round-toed platform pumps (worn once): $50
White Aldo pointy-toed pumps: $40
Black Aldo pointy-toed boots: $250
Black guess round-toed boots: $120
Copper Lacoste shoes: $175
Asic GEL-KAYANO running shoes: $200
Addidas sandles: $29
Puma Jamacia shoes: $89
total cost: $1,083
This list only includes footwear destroyed by said dog; not listed are my roommate Emily's Oakley's, my camera and the couch...among other things. Please keep in mind that some of the shoes were purchased on sale, and to find an equivalent shoe today might cost up to twice the price. Also remember that I no longer work at Aldo, and therefore am no longer entitled to my 50% discount-- to replace the destroyed Aldo shoes would cost twice the posted price. Keep in mind that none of these prices include the 14%-15% sales tax that is included in Ontario and Quebec. If these factors were taken into consideration, it is conceivable the total cost would double. And last but not least, this list only includes the shoes I could remember off the top of my head--it is quite likely there are more I have forgotten about.
The dog cost $700 US (at a time when the exchange was much higher, I might add). Notice that the total cost of the dog does not begin to cover the cost of the shoes she has mutilated. Nor does it cover the 4 leashes and 2 collars she has chewed through, or the $80-a-bag premium dog food I buy her each month. Lets not even get into vet bills--do you know how much it costs to spay a large dog? Were I to try get my money back, I would have to charge something in the area of $2000 plus (probably more like plus). If you can provide a good home for a destructive dog who hates other dogs, kids and strangers and is obsessed with laser pointers, please contact me with a short profile about yourself and make me an offer. Serious enquires only, no offer below $2000 considered.
Yesterday, while visiting my grandparents farm, I was accosted and attacked by and AWFUL, spiny creature called a "porcupine"! Well, truth be told, I actually accosted the porcupine, and now that I think about it, I also initiated the attacking. But none the less, the animal's response was totally uncalled for. It actually stuck me in the nose with its wretched, sharp prickles! Luckly for me, I took off as fast as could be, and it only got me once. But what a frightening creature! They look like great toys, and they make the most intriguing noises when cornered, but if you ever come across one, I would strongly recommend not trying to play with it. I promise you, they aren't very freindly.
Remember all of the stuff I had in my bio about being a potential show dog? Well, that dream has come to a very abrupt end. I have always been an extremely friendly dog, but around the age of 7 months, I began to take issue with strange dogs (especially on leash). And by "take issue" I mean that I get extremely put out when other dogs approach me, and take it upon myself to put them in their place. I am not trying to be rude, but I am a guarding breed, I am trying to protect my human! I am much nicer off leash and have a grand time playing with other dogs at the dog park. Anyway, Mother decided that while she really was lookign forward to shwoing me off at conformation competitions, it was probably better for all of us if I was spayed. So she dropped me off at the vet and what a wretched experience that was! Usually, I like going to the vet...they give me needles, but then I always get lots of cookies to balance it out. But this time...ugh...the knocked me out and cut me open and took away my ovaries! It was a horrid, horrid, experience that I will thankfully never have to go through again. At least now I'm guarenteed never to have any puppies...no weight gain or annoying little ones for me to worry about! Mother is thinking on putting me into agility and/or obedience to compensate for my botched show career.