Age: 11 Years Sex: Male Weight: 11-25 lbs
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Leave a bone for Dawson
Dawson-ayo, Daws, Baby, Mama's Boy
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June 3rd 2001
Food, what else is there? I love my Mom's lap, and I demand her lap anytime she uses the hairdryer; I love that thing! Or if she says, "Want to go on a trip?" I get really excited!
Baths - I love the hairdryer, but not the bath. Brushing - it's evil! I have cotton candy fur- it mats easily! So brushing sucks!
Does Greenies count? I'm more of a wrestler. Toys aren't my thing.
Bill Jack's Pisa Pizza Treats, but there's no food that would be turned down.
Twirl (on hind legs), shake, roll-over, sit, stay, down, squat, high ten, leave it - anything for a treat!
I only had one dog in my life and that was my then senior-aged, Pekingese, Tai-Pan. I didn’t want another dog. My Mom did. She wanted a Tibetan Spaniel. She knew of a breeder who had 2 litters born on the same day. One litter was a black and white parti litter. The other was a tan/red parti litter. I was with Mom when she was looking at these Tibbies. I couldn’t help but notice this black masked boy from the black/white litter. He followed me everywhere. He was the only boy in his litter and all his sisters picked on him. (He still gets picked on now, at home ,by his fur sisters.) I thought he was adorable. I loved his little mask. But I wasn't looking to get a dog. I already had the perfect one, Tai-Pan. So I told my Mom that she had to buy him. I wanted her to have him because he melted my heart. So did a blue-eyed girl, from the tan/red litter, (this being Skylar) that meowed instead of barked, but she was already spoken for (At the time). Anyhow, Mom chose Kai-Li, a red parti girl that was the “leader of the pack”. We visited often as they grew up at the breeders and the breeder knew how much I adored this black masked boy. I would have him come out to play with me, the blue-eyed girl too, when Mom had Kai-Li visits. The breeder noticed the boy was very short on leg, therefore not show potential. She told me if I wanted him I could have him for pet price instead of show price. I told her Tai was all I needed. However, Mom told me that Tai wouldn't last much longer and with him in wheels, this dog’s company may perk him up more since I was working more to pay for his wheels, meds, check ups, etc... I said then it would be Tai-Pan's decision. I asked the breeder if I could do a trial weekend. Because I didn't want to say yes, if Tai rejected him. The breeder loves her dogs and only wants good homes, so she said yes. I took him home to meet Tai-Pan for the trial weekend. On the ride home I had him in my lap and he whined and whined. I finally held him, but he continued to whine. So I had my Mom stop the car and I tried to see if he had to go to the bathroom. Nope, so the drive continued on, as well as his whining. I finally got him to stop whining by holding him one-handed, in the air, over my head. He's such a baby. At home I introduced the two dogs and both their tails wagged crazy! So Dawson stayed.
He is most like Tai-Pan, God rest his soul. I think Tai had a lot of influence on him since it was just the two of them for a few months. Dawson loved to lick Tai-Pan's ears, and when Tai had enough he would bark for me to take Dawson away. When Tai-Pan would bark, Dawson would raise his little paw and put it on Tai's mouth trying to shut him up. It was very funny to watch. Dawson is such a Mama’s boy. He is happy go lucky and loves attention. He is always on the look out for fun or food. He get jealous easily and Father’s everyone. He bathes all the dog’s ears constantly. Arwen's ears get so wet they fold back. He gets picked on by the pets too. It’s like he’s an easy target. He’ll play then get chased until he tucks his tail between his legs and comes running to me. He’s very intuitive and knows when you want company. He loves to cuddle all the time. When he sees treats he tries to do all the tricks he knows all at once. He gets so excited he trips over himself trying every trick until he hears the one I want. He loves Skylar. She is his best friend. They are usually joined at the hip. Dawson has a nose for trouble. Skylar doesn't, but she'll follow him in it. Dawson is always looking at the lawn that is greener. He loves what he doesn't have. But he is a dear boy. Kisses everyone he sees. Dawson is very loyal.
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June 3, 2001
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April 27th 2010 1:39 pm
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It's been four years!! Can you believe it, but Houdini is back!!
Skylar and I are crated while Mom and Dad are gone to work. I get into trouble otherwise. Going through garbage, going through laundry, etc... I think it's fun and a talent of a small pup like me, but my parents call it trouble.
Anyhow, Mom locks our crate with the crate lock and I can usually bang on the door until it lossens and get out. Since then she has added a clamp to the door at the top like on the end of a dog leash. It holds the door to the wall and I can't get out.
Well, after 4 years of this method, Mommy and Daddy came home yesterday to the clamps on the door, Skylar in her cage and I resting comfy like in the bathtub.
Sing everyone: Everyone wave your paws in the air!! And break free like you just don’t care!! Bark Dawson! I said Bark Dawson!! Woof-Woof-Woof! I let the dogs out!!... Well, actually just me. Skylar wasn't too smart and couldn't get out.
I was good, no garbage mess or laundry mess. But they still don't trust me. I knock down small gates and find ways to get out of confinement all the time.
Daddy couldn't figure it out, but Mommy did. I simply banged on the cage door, and pushed my way through the bottom though the top was shut. I was able to mash my way through the little give way at the bottom of the door.
Today they moved the clamp to the middle of the door so I can't push my way out.
This sucks! But, I bet after a few years I can figure how to get out of my cage again. Nothing can hold me back!! NOTHING!!
Tongues and grins,
June 3rd 2009 6:14 am
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Skylar thinks we're old. I say 8 isn't old. You're only as old as you feel and I still feel like a pup. In fact, Mom shaved me for the summer so I look really cute and pup like anyhow. She hasn't taken pics of me in my dashing haircut. Shame on her. She better today for my pup-day!!!
I want to celbrate even though it's terrible outside. I don't care that it's raining. I just want to run and jump and lick everyone hello. Today is a good day. Especially if I get extra spoilings.
Tongues and grins,
March 10th 2009 5:45 am
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Everyone got a bath the other day! Mommy said we were getting stinky! I told her it was my own signature cologne, but she wasn't buying it.
She stared off with me, then Skylar, then Kiara, then Ami, then Arwen. The chis dried off fast, but us other three looked pathetic. Mommy and Daddy took me and Kiki under the dryer. We love the dryer... so does lil' Ami though he doesn't need it. But poor Skylar is terrified by it. She has to be towel dried and sit on a heating pad. she acts like it's the end of the world. I think she's scared of the noise it makes.
Anyhow, we all smell good and look fluffy... well except the short hair chis, they really can't be fluffy.
In a week it will be Arwen's birthday. I'm looking forward to that. I can't wait to have cake or cookies or whatever they buy to celebrate. But it will be soft and chewy, because we don't want a repeat of Arwen's first birthday. Choking is not on the menu.
Tongues and grins,
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