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Leave a bone for Radar
Nicknames: RayRay, Porker, RayMan, RayRod, Grumble Dog, Grumble Man, Boss Man, Booby Man, Triangle Head
Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Quick Bio:
-dog rescue
Likes: Taking Sun Baths
Pet-Peeves: Being disturbed while sleeping
Favorite Toy: Socks
Favorite Food: Anything
Favorite Walk: Anywhere and everywhere
Best Tricks: Dancing
Arrival Story: Last year, on December 18th, I went to volunteer for a nonprofit organization called Noah's B'ark. I originally was going to foster a dog named BettyBoop. Donder, my family dog, had died earlier in the year from bone cancer; I was missing having the company of a dog. I thought that fostering would be the best way to decide if I could have a dog with my precious Princess cat. The day I was going to take BettyBoop home to foster was the day she ended up getting adopted. While I was very disappointed about missing the chance to get to know BettyBoop, her foster mom introduced me to Radar. My first impression of him was that he was a little rat with a narly attitude. He had a "I will bite" sign on his crate. Instead of making a decision based on my first impression, I chose to give him a chance. Well, as soon as I took Radar to my car, I fell in love with him. He strutted to my car like he was The Man. At the time, he was strictly a foster and I cried the entire drive home, wondering how in the world I was going to be able to give him up. He was so adorable. He stood up on his hind legs the entire drive, looking out the window, wagging his tail. Once Radar and I made it home, he met my fiance. My fiance, being a "cat man", immediately fell in love with Radar as well. We took Radar into the backyard, he rolled on his back, ran around the yard, rolled on his back some more and acted as if he were celebrating that he finally found his home. Within minutes, my fiance asked "Do you want to keep him?" Radar has been with us ever since. I guess the second I took his leash and walked him to my car, Radar knew that he found home.
Bio: As cute as Radar is, he still has the Chihuahua gene. He will bite if he's unsure about a person or if he's in an environment he's not comfortable in. Many of the Noah's B'ark volunteers remember Radar as being the 1st dog that bit them. However, he is Mr. Social and he is a lady's man. He loves going to the Dog Park. Once he gets off the leash, he's out struttin' his stuff, flirting with all the lady dogs. It's a crack up watching him. He knows what he wants and he has enough self-confidence for a dozen humans. It's hilarious.
Forums Motto: It's All In The Strut
The Groups I'm In: A Chihuahua Is L♥ve
The Last Forum I Posted In: Do you Grumble?
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I'm famous. Have you heard? I stole the show. Everyone who knows me and my brother knows what show I'm talking about. I'm a star, a stealth pimp doggy star. And it's all thanks to my whacky brother Dasher. Well, he's not so whacky after all, not any more anyway. If it wasn't for him being crazy, I'd might not have had my chance with fame. Of course, I've always been a sexy dog, very popular with all the hot lookin' bitches around the beach, but now Radar Love is gonna' be popular with ALL da' bitches in the country. I guess I can share with Dasher because I can only handle so many females. Now that Dasher's been helped, he has all this confidence. I love my brother and all, but he's definitely not a lady's dog, not like me. It's a tough job being a little love machine, but someon'e gotta' do it. Bark at y'all later.
Radar,
You are the biggest crackup. I love you more than words can describe. Life certainly changed for the better the day you came into my life. You're so confident in everything you do. I'll never forget the day I met you, how you walked with me to my car as if you knew you finally found your human and how you ran around the backyard as if you were celebrating that you finally found your home. Looking back, that's exactly what you were doing. You adopted me and your human daddy. Because of you, I will encourage people to adopt older dogs. Yes, you are set in your ways, but that's what makes you so unique. Without your grumbly moments, you just wouldn't be Radar. I can't imagine life without you, Radar. Now that we found each other, I'll make sure the rest of your life on Earth is paradise. It's the least I can do for a little stealth black doggy who helps me forget about the day to day rush of human life. Love, your human Mama
So my mommy has this new job. She calls herself a pet groomer, whatever that means. What it means to me is that I'm now one slick, smooth, shiny, stealth doggy. She gave me a haircut, and then a bath with this g-pimp honeysuckle oatmeal shampoo. You should see how GOOD I look and how great I smell. Mommy tried to give my brother, Dasher, a haircut. But....he went off to the land of blackclouds. Now he only has half of a hairdo, even after my mommy put the saucer dish on his head to try to mellow him out. He just wouldn't go for it. His appearance now looks as whacked out as his personality is. In the mean time, my mommy and daddy brought a little white thing home....they call it a kitten for Princess. As if Princess doesn't get what she wants already! Well, now that there's another "boc meow" in the house, do you know what that means? That means that there's more surveilance equipment than ever. So guess who has more work to do!? Yep, me...can't let the little brown cameras hide in the kitty litter. No siree! And life just hasn't been the same since this white fuzzy thing came around. Mommy and daddy are all concerned about me wanting to chase her. They're using words like "he needs to be disciplined", as if I don't know what that means. They put this collar on me like I don't know what it does. And so...do you think I'm going to chase that white fuzzy thing? Of course not, because I'm not about to feel the zap. But why is it that Princess and that white thing don't get zapped? I just don't get it. Well, whatever, but I did get a treat today for being a good stealth pimp pup during my haircut. Mommy wasn't sure how I would react to the clippers, but I actually enjoyed it. She says my fur feels like velvet and I guess that's a good thing. All I know is that I feel better and that I need to avoid that white thing. But nothing will stop me from searching for surveilance equipment!
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