Earl


Breed Unknown/Bullmastiff
Picture of Earl, a male Breed Unknown/Bullmastiff

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Home:Los Angeles, CA  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 100+ lbs

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   Leave a bone for Earl

Nicknames:
Earl the Pearl, His Earlness. (Tom calls him 'God'.) RIP my big boy

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

Quick Bio:
-dog rescue

Birthday:
July 7th 2001

Likes:
Love, food, love, peace, all of us together. PLEASE THROW OUT ALL GREENIES! THE RISK ISN'T WORTH IT

Pet-Peeves:
He wants to eat the Fuji blimp - any blimp! He hates when anyone leaves. He hates water.

Favorite Toy:
Rope & big big big bones. His brother Leon a 20 lb. Shih Tzu doubling as a toy.

Favorite Food:
He eats so fast, he probably can't taste it but he loves fruit. And the usual doggie things.

Favorite Walk:
From the vet's office to the truck. Anywhere outside. He loves to smell flowers.

Best Tricks:
Earl the 155 pound lap dog. Mostly, though, he's a gentleman and a scholar and is amused by the tricks of others.

Arrival Story:
While on vacation 2000 miles away, I told my boyfriend I wanted to name a mastiff Earl if we ever got one. A week later, back home in Cali, my boyfriend found a dehydrated, overheated, hurt dog in a ditch. People were afraid of him. After patiently coaxing and some cool water, the dog went in the truck, was taken to our vet right away. (Our vet fell in love with him at first sight, too.) He got home and I saw him through the screen door and said, 'Hi, Earl!' and he wagged his tail! He backed up to let our bossy 10 pound Shih Tzu Tallulah drink water and we knew he was home. ~~~ He loves the vacuum cleaner. Acts like a giant pup when it's on - puts his butt up in the air and wags his tail hard enough to knock the little dogs over. He loves rolling on his back and letting the other little pups scamper all over him during their games of chase. But when it rains he's a house poodle and wants to come right inside after his business is done.

Bio:
On May 12, 2007, Earl went to Rainbow Bridge. His congestive heart failure, fluid around the heart, arthritis, sciatica...all of it made his days so painful that we hadn't a choice. It was also Leon's 4th birthday and the cycle of what these beautiful animals bring us was made apparent again. There waits a dog, I imagine sitting at God's feet with Him scratching Earl's brow, saying, 'Okay buddy. You did a great job. You can just stay up here with me now. You spread so much love that you left a light trail." I bet you could see Earl light on GoogleEarth. Gosh, for any of you who've lost a dear furry friend who only seemed to wish for your happiness, my heart goes out to you. It's taken this long to write about Earl's passing and the tears are all new. God bles. We only guess at Bullmastiff for breed because he looked so much like one we saw here. Could be some Boerbel? Vet thinks they were using him as a bait dog for dog fights. All Earl wants is peace, so this is ironic as well as sad. You can tell he was abused prior to our owning him - he flinched at sudden movements, particularly from men. His face transformed into fear easily. We're so glad he's a happy dog now. ~~ Even if he thinks there's a quarrel going on with the other dogs, he steps in to 'mediate'. He's so large, he can stop a spat just by walking onto the scene. He gets their attention by licking them. Since his tongue's so big, it nearly lifts them off the ground! ~~ When people visit, he takes turns leaning against everyone - quite the politician, leaving no one out.

Forums Motto:
Peace, love, licks.

I've Been On Dogster Since:
January 30th 2006 More than 8 years!

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Dogster Id:
256377


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Trying to get along with us all.


Uh oh.

February 11th 2006 12:39 am
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First of all, I have to write fast. The other kids are onto my having a diary and they're asking all kinds of questions. Ruby kills me - she's asked me to take DICTATION! (Maybe that should be DOGTATION).

We just joined Dogster plus and trying to rustle up some more photos. It's kind of funny watching the little ones scramble around for duds to wear. Seems there are some mighty fancy Shih Tzus on the site and they want to eat at the grown ups' table, as Mom puts it.

Mom went to add her first rosette - she was pretty excited about giving those away. (She's partial to and pretty sentimental about rescue stories - especially older or hard to place dogs. ) But for now when she pushes the rosette button, nothing happens. Since she knows about as much about computers as I know about feline psychology, this might take a while to figure out.

I can't wait for my little sisters to start their own diaries. They're pretty interesting. I am a dog. Sure I have a big heart and watch out for home, but basically I am a dog. I am almost sure Tallulah does not know she is one. How weird is that? She's dramatic, too, preferring sonnets while Ruby is more the Joan Crawford type. But I shouldn't give their secrets away. And Leon....well, he's still Leon. He'll be three this spring but he's kind of a permanent puppy - the kind of dog you can't imagine growing old. Not like me...I feel like I was born old. But now that I am here with the gang, it's old in a good way. See you around the park, gang.

 

The Case of the Lost Mail

February 10th 2006 8:35 pm
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Hi. We keep getting letter notifications from Dogster saying that we have some mail! You can imagine how exciting all of this is to me. I mean, before Dogster, the only way I could love was to lean against someone and if I could not control myself, begin licking them. I can slime a great deal even though I know it's bad manners. Anyway, when we check the in-box, nothing's there. I wish I weren't such a sensitive dog, but it's disappointing. Maybe my Mom can get 2 Dixie cups and some string. She said that worked as a telephone when she was a kid. Well, whoever you are, thanks for writing anyway~!

 

A dog named Fletcher.

February 8th 2006 12:23 pm
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Today my Mom found a Pomeranian named Fletcher who was pretty old before he was adopted. For some reason, she got all sniffly. I guess not everyone, or every dog, gets the home they deserve so when it does happen, it's cause for celebration. Oh, I get it. That's probably what Dogster's about.

I'm catching on. Honest.

 
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