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Leave a bone for Odin
Nicknames: O, O-Diddley Odin, Boo, Boo-Boo, Boolaru, Booty, Mr. Booty Bootwell, Michael Goldfarb, Stinky, Stink butt (I find this offensive and blatantly false), Monkey, and the Wonder Pup
Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Quick Bio:
-purebred
Likes: Mommy and Daddy! Paper bags, my pals KJ and Finn, the dog park, mommy’s slippers, and treats “mmmm, treats”
Pet-Peeves: Transistor radios, Skateboards
Favorite Toy: A fully loaded kong, my stuffed busy bee, paper bags, sticks, and my mom’s paper recycling bin at work
Favorite Food: Is there a kind of food that isn’t favorite? The top of the charts: Peanut butter, bully sticks, apples, baby food, and poop (but don’t tell my people)
Favorite Walk: Anywhere, anytime!
Arrival Story: My parents were planning to adopt an older golden but once they dogsat a berner they were hooked (Thanks Memphis!) My people are big planners so they did all kinds of research, like reading books, talking to breeders and going to a dog show. They met my dad (who won best of breed that day – not to brag or anything but he’s a pretty good looking dog.) Once they passed the screening, they came out to visit a few times. I could tell they needed me so I played with them for a while, then I went in for the kill – I crawled up into the lady's lap and fell asleep. I heard them say “He seems like a good middle of the road dog – playful but not too hyper, not too shy and not too dominant” HA! What suckers – this was how I knew they would be my new family.
Bio: Being a working breed and all, I had a regular 9 to 5 job at a local high school. I go into my office with mommy and while she goes to meetings and talks on the phone and types away at the computer, I mostly visit with the kids, get treats from the people, search out sunny spots for laying in, take a walk at noon – you know, the usual grind. It’s a tough gig but at least I’m highly paid.
Forums Motto: You done with that?
The Groups I'm In: bernese mountain dog all the way!
I've Been On Dogster Since:
Dudes, you have GOT to go there! It is the happiest, best, dog friendliest place on earth!
My people started packing the suitcase and I got nervous because that usually means they go away and I stay with strangers. But this time they took me on “vacation” – it rocked. I got to stay in a cottage and I slept ON the bed! I was allowed to sit ON the sofa and since there were no stupid baby gates, I got to sit right UNDER the baby during breakfast. (BTW, breakfast tastes waay better if you catch it before it hits the ground!) There were other dogs staying there and we got to play on the lawn. I got to run around on the beach (my favorite thing ever!) and best of all. . . drum roll please. . . I got to eat in restaurants!!! Seriously, in actual restaurants, well on the outdoor patio but still. They always gave me a bowl of water and once my mom ordered me “hen house chicken strips” and I ate actual chicken from a bowl in an actual restaurant!!! It was soooo cool. The dog next to me got a “quarter hounder” – I’m totally getting that next time. Since from now on, we’re only going to Carmel for vacation. At least I assume that’s true, I mean, why would they go anywhere else? Right?
I was just looking over my page and realized that so much has changed since I first posted my profile here on Dogster. It turns out that thing the mommy and daddy brought home is a BABY. Which is kind of like a puppy but not as much fun. This particular baby is okay because I am allowed to lick it. It’s pretty tasty. Every now and again it pulls at my fur or whiskers but that’s okay because when it sits in the big chair and eats, it throws me stuff. The big people NEVER do this.
Also the giant cookie jar is called a diaper pail. It continues to puzzle me with its complicated locked lid but I swear one day I’m gonna crack that sucker open.
Lastly, I no longer go to work at the office. I am however still a working dog – taking care of a baby is a very challenging task. Haven’t you ever read “Good Dog Carl”?
Check out the picture of the new thing my people brought home. I'm not certain but I think it's a puppy. They won't really let me get close enough to figure it out. As long as it doesn't eat out of my bowl I don't really care. I do know that we now have a HUGE cookie jar filled with delicious smelling treats - the trouble is, the people keep it locked. They keep putting treats IN but they never take any out. People, who knows why they do the things they do? I'll bust it open one of these days.
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