West Highland White Terrier/Toy Poodle
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Age: 24 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Mr. Beam

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

June 10th 1992

Sweet Talk

being crawled on by the rabbit

Favorite Toy:
his squeaky latex toy whistle

Favorite Food:

Favorite Walk:
Bastrop State Park

Best Tricks:
high five

The Groups I'm In:
10 YEARS OR OVER??? DOGS or CATS, Dogs of Bastrop

I've Been On Dogster Since:
May 7th 2006 More than 10 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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I'm Itchy!

May 13th 2006 7:48 pm
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Something keeps biting me. It is really annoying and it makes my tail itch, so I keep biting my tail, trying to make it stop, but it gets worse, and then it hurts!

I now have a red spot near my tail. My mommy bought me some wet stuff that she put on my back. I am not sure how it is supposed to work, but I don't feel as much of the biting.

The Gretchen likes the couch. When I am on it she jumps up and runs all around me. I sometimes lick her nose, but I am only tasting her.

I don't like it when she runs all around me on the couch. She's wierd so I get down and make my mommy move over so I can sit by her on the chair.


Introducing Myself

May 8th 2006 2:17 pm
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I am Beamer. My mom and dad got me 13 years ago, right before they got married. I have been living with them ever since. I live with them and a small rodent looking creature with large pointy ears. This thing just moved in. I think it looks like food, but I get the feeling my mom would not like it much if I ate it. It is called Gretchen.

My dad is building me a yard. It's about time. I might get to go outside more now--away from that thing called Gretchen.

I get to go on lots of trips. My mom and dad used to take me around in this awful thing with huge tires and no windows. We drove on rocks and almost flipped over. I had to be tied in to keep from falling out. It didn't make any sense to me because I could walk faster than this thing moved.

I don't have to do that anymore. I'm getting old (so they tell me). They leave me in a big air conditioned dog house when they go around in that thing now. They are crazy.

Well...until next time.

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