Birthday: November 28th 1994 Likes: Food. He'd sell his family for a steak Pet-Peeves: Baths Favorite Toy: Kong Favorite Food: Organic liver Favorite Walk: Anywhere that he can sniff for critters Best Tricks: He can smell food a mile away Arrival Story: I went to a dog show in the spring of ’95 to look at Brittanys and meet some breeders. I saw a boy walking a young brit and started talking to him. He said his mom was a breeder/vet and the pup was five months old and happened to be for sale. We fell in love with Benny and the rest is history. Forums Motto: You gonna eat that? The Groups I'm In: Band of Brittanys, BARF or Raw feeders, Holistixperience!, Mother Nature's Intent, Raw Fed, The Poop Scoop
My dear old friend,
We've been through so much together and you remain constantly loving, gentle and bright. Your personality shines like the sun. I love to see your doggie smile. I am so grateful that we have been able to share this life together.
Love,
Mom
Hey guys! My pals Maggie and Danny tagged me and now I'm it. I get to choose 7 of my pals to tag.
Here are the rules:
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!
1. I follow mom all over the house.
2. I try to get in the trash when no ones watching.
3. I love to swim!
4. I hate baths and toenail clipping!!!
5. I beg for food every chance I get!
6. My Aunt was a field champion.
7. I am submissive to Cloud. **hangs head**
I'm tagging the following 7 pups!
Tucker
Benny B.
Ruby
Leah
Stewie Smalls
Trixie
Angel
I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a bean
Yes! I'd eat a bean
and so much more.
I'll eat anything
that falls to the floor.
I live for food,
it's my favorite thing.
A steak, some ribs,
an ostrich wing.
I'd eat and eat and
eat some more,
til I'm so stuffed
I could only lie upon the floor.
And as mom kneels by me in concern
wondering if perhaps I have heartburn,
and telling me that I'm going to get fat,
I raise my head and ask, "You gonna eat that?"
