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Age: 7 Years Sex: Female Weight: 1-10 lbs
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Leave a bone for Rosemary
Nicknames:
Rosey, Taco, Nubbers, Tacitos, Stinky, Rosemare, stanky
Doggie Dynamics:
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Quick Bio:
Birthday:
April 18th 2004
Likes:
to jump
Pet-Peeves:
To get barked at by our other dog Ginger, or get steped on by the bigger dog Fortune.
Favorite Toy:
It seems like she only likes anything larger than she is...
Favorite Food:
Dog Chow, or Scooby snacks
Favorite Walk:
Anywere that she see no boundrys, she often makes a run for it, just for the sake of running.
Best Tricks:
She can sit if the grounds not cold
Arrival Story:
Th breeder worked for my dad and she brought the puppies to work.
Bio:
Rosey is indistuctable. Not that we try and harm her, but she was a regualr at the vet. When she was little, she weighed less than a pound, and she's often get underfoot. As she grew older, she didn't get much wiser. She likes to run under your feet. She also likes to slip out of doors to get to the outdoors. She likes to chase car tires and watch us run after her (she can run FAST). She tried to slip out our metal front door and it closed. We thought she was seriously injured, but the vet said she was midly bruised. She got another couple slams(Not intentional). She got out again and jupmed up in front of a white Ford F150. *smack* she was wacked by the undercaridge, and lay there motionless. On the way to the hospital, and several times, it seemed as if she had died in our arms. But we got there and she wasn't even bruised, and escaped with a bruied tooth, which she loves to show off to anyone. She's always getting picked up by our sheltie, who's got 20 pounds on her. They love to play, Rosey thinks she's the biggest baddest thing to hit the earth. I love that dog to pieces, and she defends me when anyone trys to come in my room. =)
Forums Motto:
Rosey- What's there to say...
The Groups I'm In:
*Tail-Nubs-R-Us!*, D.O.D (Dogs of Dolphins!), STEELER DOGS, ~Miniature Pinschers~
I've Been On Dogster Since:
| March 28th 2006 |
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More than 5 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
288898
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January 2nd 2007 11:42 am
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Hello. My Name is Rosemary. You may wonder about the title of my diary, but when I tell you my story it will all make sense. My favorite-est thing ever is to escape. Not to go anywere, but to escape and run. I am a very small dog, small for even a min-pin, but I can hit speeds my owners cannot. So I run, the adrenaline pumping through my veins, keeping me going. This upsets my girl very much so. One time I escaped, and I ran for it. My favorite game after the escape is letting them get very close and then darting a random direction to get away after they leap toward me. I played this several times, and then I ran into the street. I heard shouts as I began to hop in the middle of the road. I then felt a SMACK in my face, and then lost doggy conciencousness(spelling?). They thought I had died several times. I weighed about 3.5 pounds then, and I had gotten hit by a Ford F150. Ow. It would have missed me completely if I hadn't jumped. That wasn't so smooth. But, I woke up upon arriving at the emergancy vet. I felt fine, and began my signature prance to investigate my new surroundings when we got in. The big people were shocked I had so much energy. They gave me a beef cream that had pain killers hidden inside, and we were off.
I would like to say that is the last time we ever used the pain killers, but it is not. One day, Girl was going to check the mail, and as soon as she opened the front door and began to walk out, I attempted what the humans refer to as the "run for freedom". I tripped the Girl in my ecape, and she tripped, doorknob in hand. The door slammed, and I was sandwhiched in between. Ow. That one hurt. I have also fallen off the trampoline, slammed in another door, and the bigger dog Fortune likes to play games with me. She doesn't realize she is 25 pound were I am 4, and I boss her around. But when it get's cold, I wear sweaters to keep warm. I don't mind, until Fortune picks me up by my sweater, takes me to the little slope in our yard, and rolls me down. This does NOT make me happy. In fact, my Girl tries to stop her, but I am outside a lot, and she cannot always be there.
Ironically, I have never broken a bone. Well, I chipped a tooth were the truck hit me, but other than that it's just been bruises. That is why they call me the Kevlar dog, I am indestrucatble. I am sorry for the spelling errors.
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