Buddy


Siberian Husky/Breed Unknown
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Age: 8 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Nicknames:
Nutso Mutso, Doofus, Stinky, Chuck Noris

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-mutt-dog rescue

Likes:
Chewing. Eating sticks in the back yard. Talking to his squeeky toys.

Pet-Peeves:
Dogs that don't want to play with him. People that don't want to play. Buddy says " Don't you know that every thing is supoosed to play with me?!?"

Favorite Toy:
Moma's Hand, Any thing that squeeks

Favorite Food:
Iams Smart Puppy.

Favorite Walk:
To the little dog park, and then down the nature trail to the creek. Of course I have to stop at my favorite hill and rush down and jump into the leaf pile I made.

Best Tricks:
Shake. Oh and steel your seat right out from under you!

Arrival Story:
Adopted from rescue. He was the one dog that realy caught my eye. There was an adoption event at Petco, about 9 litters of pups total were there. I knew he was my boy.

Bio:
He's supposed to be a "huskie mix". But who knows what he is mixed with. Some say it looks like a German Shepard/ Huskie Mix, but we think he's to small? He's recently been fooling people into thinking he's a Chi. His paternal breed is a great mystery. He's his own "buddy breed" I guess.

Forums Motto:
Play with me! Now! WOOF!

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Pet sitting: not "clicking".

I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 29th 2006 More than 8 years!

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Dogster Id:
289485


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walking walking walking

August 9th 2006 6:18 am
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we went on a long walk today! It's finanly "cooler" outside so we made it all the way to the creek with out passinging out. It's not the same creek anymore! OMD, we had some bad bad rain about a month ago and lots of places flooded... well the watter sure changed my creek. A few big trees were laying on their side, and the rocks and sediment that had made a natural damn had all washed away, so there was no deep spot. Not enough water to swim in, so I just had to wade around and bark at the floating leaves.

But it seems we have discovered the local junvinile delinquent spot. on the other side of the creek is a "waterfall" or a bunch of rocks on a hill side. There was a gaggle of kids barely old enough to buyt soda on their own smoking away. And at a play ground on the other side and just a bit farther up was another set of teens. They were smoking so much, you could clearly see their smoke billowing up from the other side.

They didn't seem to be to happy about us being at the creek. We got some serious dirty looks. Hey people, I'm just here to play in the water, do what you want with your lungs. Momma was half tempted to sic the coppers on 'em, but we just left.

On the way back the biggest spider I have ever seen ran in front of us. I was going to play with him, but momma screamed so loud I nearly peed myself, and she squished the spider. I don't think she likes spiders.

 

Stupid Lady...what did you expect when you adopted an Adult - Mill-Dog.... rainbows and agility trials in 10 min?

August 7th 2006 12:23 pm
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Talk about Barking Mad! Yesterday momma went to a rescue with her friend. They were picking up 2 dogs to bring to local foster and transporting one doggie to his adopter out of state. "A small dog" was supposed to be on his way to his forever home. He had been rescued from a puppy mill. His new adopter was aware he was a puppy-mill dog, and had been briefed on the special issues some of these dogs face.

"The small dog" met his new owner at a park-in-ride. The adopter had driven from out of state to meet the transport. This was at about 3pm on Sunday. When momma got to work at 9:30 am on Monday her friend told her that "the small dog" was going back to the rescue. His adopter has not even had him for 24 hours when she decided to give up on him. Her reason; He scratches at the wall and his crate and eats his poo. Wow…. Things many doggies do, and they decided they didn’t want him after 1 night.

I suppose it’s just another case of stupid person wants an instant-perfect doggie. But it’s double irritating that she KNEW he was a mill-dog. She was even given a 5 page handout on Mill-Dogs which goes on to thoroughly explain why some dogs eat their poo, and steps that can be taken to help solve the problem.

"The small dog is hand shy and gives indication that he may have been beaten… he is a good boy when you hold him (as long as you hold on tight, or he’ll jump), but like most mill-dogs he is shy and needs time to learn to trust people. He is not aggressive at all. When momma was trying to catch him and get him into the crate he ran from her, but even backed into a corner he did not bark, growl, bear his teeth, or even try to snap.

 

Vacation Doggie

July 13th 2006 9:29 am
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We spent last week on vacation! We went to see Daddy's familyn in NY.

I loved the ride up there..... Daddy got a new BMW Z4, and momma and I had to share the front seat... I had plenty of room on the floor, but I much prefered using momma as a seat. She bought me a new harness, tied me up to her and turned off the air bags... The wind was great!

I got to see fire works on the 4th... and I was freaked out by the noise, but I calmed down and I actualy looked up in the sky and watched the lights. Momma laughed at me cause everytime a new light went up, I cocked my head to the side.

I tried to play with grandma's kitty, but the kitty was mean, and grandma acted like it was my fault..... stupid cat... darm thing wouldn't even try to be nice, hissed at me the moment it saw me... and this coming from a kitty that lives with another doggie.

I met Barney...aka Barn dog, I was scared of him. He's very old and they make him lve outside now, because he can't controle his bowls very well. I felt very sorry for him, but he wanted to be my friend. I let him sniff me as long as momma was with me.

Grandma, who keeps saying that dogs shouldn't be fed at the table, gave me numerous goodies at dinner.... right at the table.... sh even cut up a whole hotdog and gave it to me.

Momma let me eat ribs off the bone. She held the bone so I wouldn't get a peince of it and choke.... she got messy, but I loved pulling the meat off the bone!

Great grandma who doesn't like doggies anymore, even let me in her house gave me a pet, and agreed when momma stated that I was "not a dog"... but more of a "furry little person" so there was no need to be affraid of me.

We spent a few days with Dad's dad and his GF. She had 2 Yorkies, or as I like to call them "real live squeeky toys". Mazzie was 11 and didn't want to play, but she did want to sniff me. Nicky was a 9 year old little perv. He wouldn't stop trying to hump me! I was scared of them for a bout 10 minutes, but then I realized I was bigger and that I could play with them. I started boxing Nicky down and then holding him down with one paw....but the old man wouldn't quit.... I had to periodically jump on mommy or daddy for protection....BOL.... they all thought Nicky was going to give his old self a heart attack. Momma and Daddy were very proud of me, they said they could see that I was learning, and were impressed that I figured out how to use just the right ammount of force when playing with the little doggies, I was much more Gentle with Nicky when playing than I am with Momma.

I was the star of the week.... every body loved me, remarked on my coloring and my yellow-green eyes, and even laughed at my attempts to remember what I'm supposed to do when Momma says "roll over". Sometimes I think that it means I supposed to launch my self 4 feet in the air and try to remove the treat from momma's hand!

While we were gone daddy started teaching me to "stay". Though "stay" only seems to mean anything to me if he says it. If Mommy says it I seem to think it means "kiss attack". I'm weird.

next vacation is in November when Momma takes me to meet all her family..... oooo that will great... I can't wait to make Nana love me!

 
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