Age: 12 Years Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
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June 10th 2004
Chewing on Bully Sticks, eating random stuff on walks.
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
Squeeky ball, cow, goose
Pizza crusts from the street on trash days
Arnold Arboretum, Boston Common, Charles, Rockford Park, hiking anywhere
Here, stay, sit
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.
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.
If it smells good, eat it.
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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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