"Inky Dinky Doodle gave me wiings!!!"
Sex: Male Weight: 11-25 lbs
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Leave a bone for Burt---1974-1988
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December 4th 1974
His family; dressing up in baby clothes--sucking on a pacifier and a bottle; riding in a baby stroller; swimming; camping.
Skunks; when our neighbor tried to discipline her kids in front of him (he bit her); birds, hamsters, crayfish.
Goodies; 4-lbs of corned beef--left on the counter after dinner (he got very sick).
In a baby stroller, you could walk him wherever you wanted to go. He also enjoyed walking down by the lake where we used to camp.
Sitting up pretty; shaking hands; playing dead; and rolling over. He was also very good at holding a pacifier in his mouth or drinking from a bottle when my sister and I wanted to play babies.
I was 3-years old and my sister was just over 1-year when I begged my parents for a dog. They gave in and we went to the pet store. While they were looking at cocker spaniels, I walked over to a cage with this little black poodle in it. He licked my fingers, and we decided that was the dog for us.
Being a big Sesame Street fan at the time, I wanted to name the puppy Ernie. Unfortunately, that was too much of a mouthful for my sister, so I settled on Burt.
It turned out he was a silver poodle. He was great with kids--very protective. He wasn't protective, however, of the small pets we brought into the house. Burt managed to eat my lovebird, as well as a crayfish a friend of mine had caught. He would have given his eye teeth to get at the hamsters, and would try to knock them down the stairs anytime we put them in their exercise ball.
We were all very sad when he passed away, especially Wooby, who wouldn't eat out of the same bowls and carried around a squeaky frog like it was his baby for over a month afterwards.
Let's play dress up
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Hello, this is my first entry.
I've been watching out for my family for a long time from Heaven. They really are something. I can't believe they're back camping at the same campground we used to go to when I was a youngster.
Oh, we had so much fun there, especially the two girls. With so much to do at the campground, you would have thought they would have left me alone with mom. You would have been wrong.
The girls liked to play babies, using me as the baby. I had quite a wardrobe (one of my favorites is in the photo on my site). At first, I felt foolish when they would dress me up, but I got over it, I adapted. The girls had a pacifire, which I would hold in my mouth like a baby. They thought this was very cute. They would squeal with delight when I drank from the baby bottle. Whatever made them happy.
My girls went to a garage sale with their allowance one time, and bought me a stroller. I must admit, at first, I was terrified of the darn thing. But, then they put my favorite feather pillow in the stroller. I learned quickly that there was nothing to be afraid of.
The girls pushed that stroller all over the campground, with me dressed in my baby clothes. I must say, I gained quite a following. When my mom and dad and I would go for a walk in the campground, people would say, "there's Burt's parents. Where's Burt's stroller?" Mom and dad thought this was pretty funny.
It got to the point where, if mom asked me to go for a walk, I would automatically go jump in my stroller. She would actually make me get out and walk!
After a year or so, during my routine vet appointment, the vet asked if I wasn't getting any exercise. Mom told him about the girls and my stroller. He told her to get rid of it because I was losing my muscle. That was pretty much the end of that.
They still dressed me up, but I was now forced to walk around like that.
Camping was so much fun. I'll tell you more about it another time.
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