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Age: 12 Years Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
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Leave a bone for Tykie
Nicknames:
Tyke, Tuh-Tuhs, TT, The Biter
Doggie Dynamics:
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Birthday:
December 25th 2000
Likes:
Sleep. Eat. Nothing.
Pet-Peeves:
Cats. Another dog eyeing my grub. The car.
Favorite Toy:
Ice cubes.
Favorite Food:
Greenies. Lamb bones.
Favorite Walk:
Lucky to get one. I'll take anything.
Best Tricks:
Peeing on the staircase to simulate a waterfall.
Arrival Story:
My original owners dumped me off at the pound. Totally lame. So this chick is walking through one day, and she's going gaga for this dancing Maltese in the cage next to me and I'm like, "What is it with that dog?" 'cause everybody and their mother are all over him. So I figure I gotta turn on the charm if I ever want to get out of this dump. But, then again, being charming takes energy, so I'm like, "Forget it." Luckily, this chick's mom felt sorry for me and made her daughter pick me. It's not all good, though. I live with a maniac Shepherd and a dying cat. They BUG. I'd fight back but that takes energy, so I just pee all over the house. Yeah, I once, uh... mmm... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Bio:
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....
Forums Motto:
Whatever.
The Groups I'm In:
Crown City Canines
I've Been On Dogster Since:
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More than 7 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
270816
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March 4th 2006 7:34 pm
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I am sleeping. I am drooling. I am snoring. I do not have to go "pee-pees", I do not want a treat, I do not want to go for a ride in the car, and I do not appreciate your rancid breath in my face. I am not falling for your lame attempts to snake my seat. I will not be moving from this spot. I don't care it's where you want to sit. I have no desire to watch "American Idol," nor do I care that I am ruining your viewing of it. If you try to physically move me, I will become dead weight. I will not help you get your way. Yes, you're right. It does reek in here. Three guesses who it came out of. Sorry, but it's my only defense, lady. My only means of chasing YOU out of the room. Aaand...
...it works every time. Ahhhh... now, where was I? Oh yeah. Zzzzzzzzzzzz...
February 25th 2006 7:52 pm
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Every now and again, I'll have to chuke up some bile. Nothing too dramatic. Your average paw-sized puddle. Okay. Big deal. It happens. So why does my owner have to freakin' freak the freak out if I choose not to move afterwards? Who cares if I fall asleep in my own puke? Seriously. Who do I have to impress? I'm tragically single, and even if I did meet some little chippie who caught my eye... I have no nads, people. I got the clip. They're gone. Not exactly a winning attribute when you're trying to land a bitch. (And I mean that in the nicest doggy sense of the word... I do not curse.) So should I choose to puke and roll, don't get mad, don't get grossed out... do the sensible thing: pity me. My love life is in the toilet, folks. A little bile crusted on my ear ain't gonna change that.
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