Major


Beagle/Mixed Breed
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Home:Wilmington, DE  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 9 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Nicknames:
Majie, Maj, Colonel Krazee Eyez

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

Quick Bio:
-mutt-dog rescue

Birthday:
June 10th 2004

Likes:
Chewing on Bully Sticks, eating random stuff on walks.

Pet-Peeves:
When we take the random stuff out of his mouth, when you wake him up from a nap, getting out of bed early in the morning

Favorite Toy:
Squeeky ball, cow, goose

Favorite Food:
Pizza crusts from the street on trash days

Favorite Walk:
Arnold Arboretum, Boston Common, Charles, Rockford Park, hiking anywhere

Best Tricks:
Here, stay, sit

Arrival Story:
Major was abandoned at a courthouse in Kentucky. His foster mom picked him up, and he lived with her for 3 months until we found him on Petfinder.com. Major came to live with us in Boston at the end of July 2005. Now he's a city dog and he loves it! We've moved to Wilmington, DE and Maj likes the new dog park even better.

Bio:
We've heard that Major looks like a: beagle, brittany spaniel, english setter, whippet, australian shepherd (b/c of his one blue eye) and so on. I think he is a Lemon Beagles mix.

Forums Motto:
If it smells good, eat it.

I've Been On Dogster Since:
January 9th 2006 More than 8 years!

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Dogster Id:
245425


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My secret shame...

January 9th 2006 5:28 pm
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Monday January 9th 2006.

Today was a day that started out much like any other...another day of living a lie, deceiving those closest to me. 24 hours of guilt ridden paranoia not even the sweet dulling agony of a bully stick can temper. Would this be the day my secret is revealed, bringing my life crashing down around my paws like a house of cards?

24 hours is an eternity. Babies are born, wars are waged. All this means nothing to me. I sit on my pet sized couch, anesthesized to all pleasure by my searing guilt. My kibble has no taste. I lie, to my humans, to my god with every breath I take.

To cope, I sink further into the dirty abyss of the internet. I signed up for Dogster. Would the impersonal thrill of random "coralling" provide me with the joy I see on the face of every Poodle, every Pug, every Lab that walks by? Unfortunately, I hold little hope. The irony of searching to make contact with neighborhood bitches and studs will soon be revealed. I am ready to share my shame. It is my only chance for change.

I have no testicles. Some sick Doctor took them from me in Kentucky. I shudder as a write this, and only with the stregth gleamed from my squeeky ball can I continue.

It's not the lack of testosterone that depresses me, it's the deception. How many hours have I spent gamely licking myself so my humans wouldn't be suspicious? I have humped anything that moves...crying on the inside knowing others were laughing. I have no idea what turns a normal dog on. Human legs, dog's heads, I go through the motions, aware that something is wrong about mounting a human leg but not caring.

I will hump legs no longer! I will lick myself no more! Ridding myself of this guilty burden is a thrill greater than chasing any squirrel.

The future is bright for Major. I look forward to tomorrow.

 
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