American Water Spaniel
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Age: 9 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Sal-amander, Little Prince, Little Guy, They Call Me Mister Sal

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:

November 5th 2004

The stinkier the thing, the better it tastes. You know what I'm talkin' about..

The car: why can't I get places without getting into that horrid thing?

Favorite Toy:
Balls, balls, balls, then Mr. Kong, real bones and Nylabones.

Favorite Food:
I will eat anything that will not eat me first.

Favorite Walk:
Ballard and Magnusson Park. Greenlake is good too. Down to Norm's or Sully's for a beer.

Best Tricks:
The five minute sit-stay at Pike Place Market

Arrival Story:
Even before being born, I looked far and wide for a daddy who would keep me in the style to which I knew I would become accustomed to. Why don't I get meat every day?

I finally got my Canine Good Citizen title, so vote for me for dogcatcher.

Forums Motto:
Love sponge

I've Been On Dogster Since:
April 1st 2006 More than 8 years!

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A trip to beach

May 22nd 2006 11:36 pm
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May 19-21

Dear Diary,

On Friday we got in Dad's torture chamber. I felt sick. Then, for some reason, Dad made my Pal Jaxx and his mom get into the torture chamber too. Sometimes, I can't understand my Dad.

I was already sick, but my Pal looked really cool in his driving glasses. (It looked more like a mask, but my Pal Jaxx said he was really the reincarnation of Mario Andretti and he was wearing professional Formula I driving gear and that his driving name was CaraAzul.)

At first, Dad was driving very very slowly, so Jaxx had to yell: "put the pedal to the metal! put the pedal to the metal?" I think that our parents got tired of it and let CaraAzul drive because we went very fast and I felt very sick. CaraAzul yelled a lot. Mostly, I hid my face between my paws while CaraAzul drove.

After many weeks on the road, we got to this place our parents called "the beach." What fun! There was lots of water, but it was not a bath: it was smelly and salty and fun. We chased balls. We dug for clams. We found the tasty dead bird.

Now, I'm tired. But I want to go again. And, if you are nice, I'll tell you where the dead bird is. I know I will remember for next time and I'll be faster so Dad can't stop me.

What is it with the furless dogs that they don't let us eat dead things? Don't they get it? CaraAzul says that they do. Parents just want to keep the dead birds for themselves.

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