Nicknames: Libster, Stinky, Stinkerella, Stinkerbell, The Black & White Doofus
Birthday: December 13th 2002
Likes: Play, play, play, play, do tricks, play some more. Play with sister Zoe, give the yorkies next door "the eye", fence fight with the labs on the other side, bark at airplanes, put tennis ball at person's feet.
Pet-Peeves: Zoe won't play. Persons won't play. I hate a lot of sounds, they make me crazy: diesel trucks, kids shrieking, dogs on tv, doorbells, jet engines, dogs barking on tv, angry people on tv, but most of all: THUNDER!.
Favorite Toy: Zoe
Favorite Food: Loaves of bread from the counter. When my people to remember to clear the counters, I get duck and potato food
Favorite Walk: Running in circles around Zoe
Best Tricks: I spin left or right, go through my person's legs or behind them, give high fives.
Arrival Story: I was slumped at the dog pound, where I'd been for 5 weeks. I was all depressed and wouldn't even bark. I sure fooled the people who took me home, little did they know that I'm a total neurotic spaz! He he he.
Bio: I was a ranch dog that finally found freedom, only to get caught by the dogcatcher! I guess I was too much for my original people, since they never did bail me out. Oh well, my new people are sure silly and give me lots of toys and treats. I think I'll hang out with them for a while. It took me almost a year to be able to relax in the house with the tall and short persons, so I'd hate to start over with new persons!
Well, it's been a crazy couple of days. Sometimes it sounds like the world is caving in and I turn into a whirling dervish and try to dig to China through the kitchen floor. My persons call it thunder, I call it the sound of imminent death and react accordingly. I make sure my persons don't fall asleep by jumping on their heads or somehow making bongo sounds in my kennel. Despite them turning every noise-making apparatus on to a deafening roar, I can still sense the impending doom. Why they don't understand and heed my warnings I don't know.
I think it's hilarious when my person picks up my poop. This year we had a lot of snow, and some April snow on top, so spring poop day was a little later than usual. But that just meant that the event lasted longer! The first thing I do is add a little something to the problem. Then I run around my person in circles, bounding like a deer, making ha-ha sounds with my breath and trying to get Zoe to chase me. This year, my persons bought a little rake and chute thing, which is kind of a bummer since I can't jump on their heads when they bend over to pick up poop. But a good time was had by all, well, at least by me, and an hour later the yard was poop-free!
My shorter person finally found me last night. I'm pretty mad that she made me wait for 16 days to come get me, but I'm just happy to be home so I guess I'll let it slide. The humans keep saying it's a Christmas miracle. I've been so cold and hungry and my feet hurt so bad. I'm down to 25 lbs from 40 lbs after my time on the lam, and very very sleepy still. My persons keep asking me about my adventure, but I'm not talkin'.....and I'm verrrry sleeeepy.........zzzzzz......mmmmm......warm comfy couch.....zzzzzzzzzz....