Beagle/Boston Terrier
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Home:Manchester, NH  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 11 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Bristol

Bristol Motor Speedway, Bristolly, Bristol the Pistol, Pain in the a$@, Puppy

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

February 14th 2005

playing, chasing the cat, smelling shoes, piggy ears

no food - will dig at the bowl until you fill it, chasing the vaccum, and water

Favorite Toy:
anything that can be chewed up

Favorite Food:
Iams (Weight Management)

Favorite Walk:
school to pick up kids

Best Tricks:
sit, paws up, down, roll-over, and "where's the fly".

Arrival Story:
After losing my cockapoo to cancer, I missed the lack of companionship. I thought I could never get another dog because the heartache of losing them hurt too much....but three weeks after "Sammy" died, my husband thought we should get another dog for Mother's Day. I wasn't totally for it, but being a sucker for puppies, fell in love. Bristol goes camping with us, to the races with us, and loves to sleep under the covers between my husband and I. We love her....she definitely filled the place in our heart that ached for our loss.

Forums Motto:
Crazy Dog!

The Groups I'm In:
!!Beagles!!(& Beagle Mixes), ☞Snoop Dog Beagleys, Beagle/Boston Terriers, Beagles of New England States (B.O.N.E.S.) Adoptees/Rescues, Beagles R Us, BEEAGLES!, Boston Terrier Bostons r Us, Central Florida Blended Bostons!!!, FebrezeĀ® Pet Odor Eliminatorā„¢, I love the Granite State!, Nascar Pets, Racing Dogs!, The Beagle Bunch

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Do I see things in black and white?

I've Been On Dogster Since:
May 9th 2006 More than 9 years!

I Was In The:
Dogster's 2006 Holiday Picture Party!

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Dog Tales

I'm a trouble maker!

November 2nd 2007 5:53 pm
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So Fender was laying in his bed quietly, chewing a nylabone. I really felt like playing. I try to get his attention by prancing around. He is ignoring me. I try pawing his face, I know he loves it when I do that! Jeesh, boy is he moody. Ok...I'm gonna try to give him little love nips on the nose. AHHHH, Fender is attacking me....I love it! Although, he doesn't seem to want to play, he's going right back to his bed. What's his problem. C'mon Fender, please please please play with me. Oh whatever, oh daddy....let me chew on the sock that's on your foot and bite your knee caps! Ah, just what I needed, a little attention. I guess any kind is good!


I got a boyfriend, but lost my bed!

October 3rd 2007 7:08 am
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So this past weekend my mom brought home a new dog. His name is Fender. He has lots of energy like me...and likes to play with the same toys as me. My mom says we have "dip stick" tails...whatever that means. So, Fender is great, however, I'm a bit tired. First of all because I'm exercising a lot more, which mom says I needed to cuz she said I had a "generous" figure, and secondly, Fender has taken over my sleeping quarters. That means my parents bed. So, I've been sleeping with my kids...but they won't let me sleep under the covers like mom does. Also, Fender likes to get up early....I like to sleep in even after everyone is up. Hmm....what's a girl to do? Today mom cut a nylabone in half and gave one to me and one to Fender. Well, I went out back and buried mine. I sorta wanted Fender's bone too. So, I followed him around until he placed it down. I figure, well he must not want it. That was until Fender came bolting around the corner after me. So, I ran and ran and mom says we were running around like maniacs. I was getting tired, so I kept running until I saw the crate...then I went in there and kept my back to Fender. I ate his bone. Well, how was I supposed to know he wanted it back?


It Could Only Happen To Me!

January 1st 2007 7:10 am
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Mom noticed after a sleepless night that I seemed restless and no longer wagged my tail. Mom got upset and was in a panic. Something was wrong....I still ate, drank, and wanted to play...but I wouldn't sit and my tail would hang between my legs. All Mom could think was something is really wrong. She called Dad and because it was a weekend, my vet was not opened, he brought me to the emergency animal hospital. Wow....there is something in the box, my head keeps tipping to try to get a better listen. People are laughing at me....oh, I know I'm cute. Ok, off into the room. Nice lady comes in and starts petting me....oh, I like that! Ouch! What are you doing to my tail? Don't bend it that way, it hurts! Ok, to the car and back home. Mom, seems soooo happy to see me. Now I get cheese! Yum...yuck, what was that hard thing in it? I have a sprained WHAT? Is that why my tail hurts? Ok, so I sprained my tail...WHAT'S IT TO YOU?

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