Angus


Australian Shepherd
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Home:The Burbs, OR  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 11 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Nicknames:
NO Angus!, Angus NO!, Damn Dog, Dangus, Anguish, ScoobyDon't (and by a certain 4 year old... Anus)

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Likes:
Attention, shredding paper, other dog owners who happen to drop by, Pickles, playing "chase me if you really value this Polly Pocket doll", car rides, bike runs, dog parks,"small" sticky people, Virgos and a good nosey sniff (if you know what I mean)

Pet-Peeves:
Being ignored, being yelled at cuz I never mean to hurt Polly, having said doll's head forcefully removed from my mouth, when the other dog sleeps too much, closed toilet lids, Republicans and country music

Favorite Toy:
Gotta be the Pollys! Plus pretty much anything on the floor including Pickles. Well, the trash can yield some exciting booty too when the door is cracked open just a tad, the tresure is mine, all mine!

Favorite Food:
You got some food? Let's see what's in your lunchbox.Bone Appetit!

Favorite Walk:
Put a leash on me and I will go anywhere at any speed you desire!

Best Tricks:
Inate ability to drive my peeps absolutely mad by dodging under desks, chairs and tables with my beloved Polly Pocket clamped in my jaw!

Arrival Story:
Word of advice, if you ever visit a perfect farm out in the country that has 12 Australian Shepherd puppies to sell, you won't leave alone my friend. We decide to bring Angus into our family because we figured Pickles cannot possibly live forever... she may prove us wrong!

Bio:
Angus has a unique "wall-eyed" running style. His leg configuration is much like the corners of a parralellagram with his head skewd off to the left ot right. It is his signature supermodel runway walk.

Forums Motto:
Never met a stranger

The Groups I'm In:
Australian Shepherds

I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 30th 2004 More than 10 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
23491


Meet my family
RIP-Pickles-wo
rld's oldest
dog

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A moment away from tearing paper and digging...


Thought...

December 6th 2005 8:46 pm
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The boss lady gets real P.O.ed with me when we walk now.

Evidently its not "good boy" behavior to lift my leg and water every tree, shrub, pole, soda can, cigarette butt, shiny rock, taco wrapper or wad of gum we come across.

So now I gotta wear that stupid choke chain and she keeps yanking it every time I get a sniff going and says "head up"! I'd like to tell her where to put her "head up". What's the deal?

Angus... but I'm a lover, not a fighter

 

MMMMM... Roasted Chicken Smell RULES!

March 2nd 2005 3:59 pm
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Greeting Loyal Fans,

I'm gonna be brief cuz well, my butt hurts from the clog walloping I got today... but OH Baby! It was so worth the pain!

The boss lady took the older lady (not a boss at all... trust me) to Costco. Evidentally they have this voodoo-like secret recipe for making the freakin' bestest smellin' chicken ever to grace a the interior of a car. I'm still droolin'! Anywho, while the boss lady was loading up the older lady's car up with gross vegetables and fruit and ginormous packs of toilet paper, I suprised them all by jumping up about 4+ feet into the open hatch window on her Ford Exploder to get me a good sniff of that chicken. All I did was sniff I swear. I can still smell the intoxicating scent, but I digress. I have no thumbs people, opening the plastic Pandoras's Box of said bird would be possibly... well slightly impossible (maybe not for me) for a dog. Sure I could nudge it around a while, the greasy chicken juice would spill ever so slightly giving me that first delicious taste and then...well, your imaginations are as good as those two chicken defending women.

Boy of boy, you shoulda seen those two haulin' butt up the driveway screamin "Angus... don't you eat that damn chicken you *@$!%# dog!" No thumbs, no voodoo chicken. It's the sad story of my life, but did she have to throw one of her giant clogs at me?

Peace.

Angus

 

Sizzurf's Up!

February 22nd 2005 8:54 am
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Howdy doo-de-doo Loyal Fans!

It's me Angus.... probably the most talented canine on the West Coast. This weekend people lucky enough to be up in the Puget Sound had the good fortune to witness my mad swimmin' skillz... yes in February. I wuz a stick fetchin', snortin' wonder up there. I even stewarded a shy, reluctant... ah who am I kidding, a wimpy mama's boy dog how to dive and face plant into the mighty Sound. I make friends everywhere I go!

Of course now, I can barely lift my head and I look and smell as though I was on a three day bender in Reno with a coupla hot bitches (that's girl dogs... fur Pete's sake!). Back to nap now. I am some kinda dog!

Peace!

Angus

 
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