Jimi Hendrix Adams

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Home:Austin, TX  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Jim-Dog, J.D., carpet shark, wiggles

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

December 25th 2005

Fetch, digging, & playing with his pet Bo-bo.

Being left alone for too long and wearing sweaters that are too small.

Favorite Toy:
Bo-Bo, his stuffed friend (made famous from the Petsmart commercial).

Favorite Food:
He loves his Royal Canin mini-food.

Favorite Walk:
He likes walking around the shopping center because he gets to meet so many new people.

Best Tricks:
He's working on skateboarding. Seriously.

Arrival Story:
A wonderful woman at our church gave us Jimi after she heard my husband and I were looking for a puppy. He was born on Christmas and came home around Valentines Day.

Jimi is the rebel of his puppy class.

The Groups I'm In:
Monterey Bay Dachshunds, Monterey Bay, Rock Star Dogs, Weenie Lovers

I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 28th 2006 More than 9 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Sweet dreams and dirty vomit

March 30th 2006 8:32 am
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After much debate, last night, mom and dad finally decided that I was old enough to sleep in their bed with them instead of in my crate. I was really happy at first. I wiggled and wiggled and ran around trying to find the perfect spot to lay. I finally found it right between mom and dad's legs. I wedged myself in, and I started to sleep. I was so warm and happy.

I slept for a hour or so, but then I felt sick. I crawled out of the covers, and tried to jump off the bed, but it was too high, and I was too scared. I ended up being sick all over mom and dad's beautiful bedspread. Mom was really scared. She picked me up and kissed me and petted me and then put me on the ground very gently. I walked to the living room and went into my crate. I was sad because I don't like being sick. I was also sad because mom was crying because she was worried about me. She's never had a dog before, but dad reassured her that I didn't need to seek emergency care unless I got sick again. He told her that puppies often vomit when they eat something they're not supposed to. Oops. He should have told ME that! So mom looked at my throw-up and told me that I shouldn't eat paper ever again. How did she know I secretly ate a receipt I found yesterday?

I'm feeling better today. I doubt dad will let me sleep in the people bed again, but that's ok. Maybe when I'm older.



March 28th 2006 11:13 am
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Mom and Dad think that I'm getting too fat for my age, however, it's been so rainy lately that Mom and Dad don't take me on very long walks. And I'm in training so I get to eat a lot more yummy treats more often. I suppose Mom is going to have to play fetch inside more if she wants to make sure I don't grow up to be overweight.

Thank goodness Mom and Dad didn't name me Fatty. Maybe they would have had they not already had a lizard named Fatty.

Speaking of Fatty, I don't like him very much. He glares at me from his glass box all day. I bark and I bark but he never seems interested in playing with me.

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