Likes: Running with the bicycle; chasing squirrels and jackrabbits; agility; snuggling on Mom's bed; marrow bones
Pet-Peeves: Getting up early; when Mom spends too much time on her computer instead of paying attention to me!
Favorite Toy: Ruffian "bear" squeaky
Favorite Food: Whatever Mom is eating is irresistible!
Favorite Walk: Oyster Bay Park
Best Tricks: Dragging Mom around the agility course
Arrival Story: I saw her picture on Petfinder and knew she was for me -- I got her from Tony LaRussa's Animal Rescue Foundation the first day she was available for adoption.
Bio: Kelpie continually amazes me with how secure and un-neurotic she is for a rescue dog. She's prances through life, confident that everyone she meets -- human and canine -- will love her. And they do!
Last week a bird was dead at the bottom of the back stairs. When I saw it I was so excited, I just knew I had to have it. I grabbed it and ran off to my special place before Mom could stop me. By the time she'd caught up with me I'd eaten all the good parts -- all that was left were those bony, feathery wings and the back bone. It was sooooo yummmy! Mom laughed at me because I had feathers stuck between my teeth, but she didn't think it was so funny that she had to clean up the mess -- there were feathers everywhere!
Now I know birds are good to eat, so they're even more fun to chase. Mom says she won't feed me prey model, though, no matter how much I like it.
I caught a rat today! It was right in the kitchen. Mom was really happy, because she's been trying to get rid of the rats with traps. I've heard rats in the pantry before, but this time I POUNCED and caught it in a blink!
Then Mom yelled at me to take it outside. Instead, I took it to my special place in the hall where I take all my treats and toys and dropped it. Mom kept yelling at me to take it outside, but I didn't want to -- I wanted her to go away so I could eat it. She also scolded me because it wasn't all the way dead. Sheesh! There's no pleasing her. Finally she put a bowl over the rat and called Uncle Mikey and he came and took it away. So I didn't get to eat it.
Last night, Mom called me a "BAD DOG!!!!!" She said when she leaves her shoes on the floor and I rip them up, that's her fault; but when I take them out of her tote bag and rip them up, that's me being a bad dog. How am I supposed to remember all these rules?!!!!!!