Birthday: July 10th 2003 Likes: Food, Fetch, Pet-Peeves: Laundry baskets Favorite Toy: Tennis ball Favorite Food: Anything but Lemons Favorite Walk: Dog park (mainly because people don't pick up after thier dogs -_-) Best Tricks: BANG!, Dance, Hit-It, Say Sorry Arrival Story: Essentially, Oz came into our possession on a bit of a bet. If I could pull off "all A's" on my finals for the school year, we could get a beagle pup.
I guess I was determined ;)
The first day we had him, I rolled a ball and he ran down, picked it up, brought it back and dropped it in my hand. That's when we knew he would make up for our non-retrieving golden retriever :-P Bio: Oz has been through a lot in his short life so far.
At 3 years old, we brought his brother home. And that's when Oz's face turned grey. (or at least started the process).
At 4 years old, he was attacked by coyotes and somehow miraculously survived.
Now at 8 years old, he has a new sister. This is sure to complete the "greying process" Forums Motto: Trust me...I'm a beagle The Groups I'm In: ☞Snoop Dog Beagleys, Dog Genetics, Durham Region Doggies, PAWS Angels WAGS for Kindness, Save the Starving Street Dogs The Last Forum I Posted In: Moosehead Bar
1) I loooovvvveeeeeeee to play fetch! Mainly with tennis balls, but small bones are great as well ;)
2) When I do play fetch, I will ONLY go after the object that I was playing with furst. So don't try and trick me by throwing another ball cause I know which one is mine!
3) I'm apparently really "well behaved" fur a beagle. I've never chewed anything I wasn't supposed to, and I was house trained by 10 weeks old!
4) I have been fetching since I was 6 weeks old (furst day home, and the ball was as big as my head!)
5) *Is embarrassed* I am not allowed outside at night because I like to eat gross lawn items....
6) I was attacked by two coyotes at the same time last April. Thank dog I'm still alive!
7) When we go to the dog park, people often ask "What's wrong with your beagle, is he hurt?" Because the way I yelp when hunting Coby BOL
Yesterday morning I went for a walk in the woods with my brother Coby, and my mom. And as usual I was chasing Coby through the woods howling like a maniac. hehe. And then I started screaming, mom called me and Coby came back but I was still up there screaming.
She started yelling and running towards where my screaming was coming from. Then she saw 2 coyotes walk away from me as she approached. She thought I was dead. My tongue was hanging out of the side of my mouth, and I was unconcious by this point, and hardley breathing.
She walked back to the truck with me in her arms, then set me on the seat and drove home. She let Coby out and then went right back to the truck and drove me to the vets.
At the vets she was prepared to say "Just get this over with, put him out of his misery." Then I looked up at her. With that the vet said I would probably make it, and they took me into the room.
Right now I am covered in bandages, with 3 puncture marks on my neck. The collar I was wearing saved my life for the second time this year! The first time was because it has my phone number on it and I ran away when we were far from home. And this time, the coyotes couldn't bite thorugh the material to get at my neck!
