Best Tricks: Hand shake, beg pretty, barking with hand signals and carrying in the mail
Arrival Story: Mom put an add in the paper that read "looking for puppy that will be 40-60 lbs. when grown". A man said he was bringing a litter of pups to the grocery store to try and find homes for them. When mom and dad got there they chose me from the box of puppies because I was the most friendly. Mom was told that my mom was 60 lbs. I weigh around 100 lbs. I guess I take after my dad who is wolf hound, husky and wolf. Oh , and I have 1 ear up and 1 ear down- very adorable mom says! Mom here: When we got Bonzer home I went to the calendar to record his birth date and found out he was born on the day we buried our beloved "Muffy" who lived 16 1/2 yrs. Amazing! The "wonder dog" term comes from some unusual things he has done like finding a raw chicken egg on a walk with his dad (no : ) he did'nt raid a chicken house ) and carried it home without breaking it and gave it to me and I cooked it for him. He also swam out and grabbed the rope on the boat when it drifted away and brought it back to shore! So... his grandpa would say "what's Bonzer the wonder dog done lately? "
Bio: His name means terrific in Australia. His hobbies include but are not limited too; keeping the yard free of moose (almost impossible!) and bringing in the mail. He has a very sweet disposition and loves meeting new dogs. He's also a great sport and puts up with being dressed as a dog salmon for parades.
The other day a friend called and said there was a dead cow moose just down the road from us. Dad went to look and found it had a newborn baby. At
first mom and dad thought it must have been hit by a car and people from Fish and
Wildlife thought so too. Since dad was there and had told them about the baby moose and no one knew when the mother had died, they said he could have
it, rather than them having to call the next on the list for road killed moose and wait
for them to come. After dad and mom started cutting it a trooper showed up and
got kind of huffy about it, saying that it's not F&G's call to make and the
troopers do that. He was going to have them wait while he made phone
calls but dad said we should keep butchering since it was a warm day
and the moose was already bloating in the sun. After about 45 minutes of talking on the phone, he
finally said he would let us have it. Long story short, the baby went to a zoo and
the moose was shot with an arrow, which mom found the head of while
cutting the meat off the bone of a front quarter a few days later. Hopefully the person that shot a mother moose with a newborn calf will be caught but it's doubtful they will find out who did it.
Because it laid there for so long, the meat wasn't fit for humans, so mom packaged it and froze it all for me! Not many dogs can boast they got their own moose!
Oh, I live the good life for sure. 10 years ago, mom adopted me from a family that had an unwanted litter of pups. When her and dad arrived at the grocery store to meet the people giving us away, and started looking me and my siblings over, they picked up and held a few of us to see how we felt about people. Some of my siblings were very timid and shy but when mom picked me up, I looked her in the eye and licked her face. Did I know how to get into her heart or what? :))
She showed me to dad and they both agreed that I was the most outgoing, friendly and less shy of the pups. I had a cut on my poor little paw though and had to go see the vet for the first time the very next day.
Since then I have been very loved and well cared for. With no worries or fears, I have known nothing but love in all my 10 years of life. I worry not about where my next meal will come from, or not having a home, like so many poor doggies out there. Mom and dad are so happy to have found me and having me as a member of the family.
I have slowed down a little lately and have had surgery to remove a large fatty lump that comes with age but I still have plenty of get up and go.
Well, technically they're not rabbits but snowshoe hares. It's easier to call them rabbits though. Anyway, I've been eating rabbit pretty much every day for over a year now. Mom hunts them but occasionally my friend Sandy will catch one herself and her parents give it to me. They carry the tapeworm larvae though, so mom freezes them for a few months first. I especially like when mom makes a delicious stew out of them for me, with carrots or sweet potatoes. I get home cooked fish or rabbit for breakfast mixed with Blue Buffalo kibble and raw rabbit, with bone and kibble for my dinner.