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Leave a bone for Raffi

Nicknames: Raffinski, Raff-meister, Hound from the pound, Raphael (because of his beauty, not his ninja fighting skills)

Doggie Dynamics:
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 Quick Bio:
 Likes: Walks

Pet-Peeves: Not being on a walk

Favorite Toy: Ducky (plushed squeaky toy)

Favorite Food: Human Food

Favorite Walk: Anywhere, anytime

Arrival Story: We went to the pound, and he was the only dog not barking his head off. We knew he was the dog for us.

The Groups I'm In:
♥ Ratties and labs♥, ♥lovely labs♥, Manitoba Labrador/Golden Retrievers

I've Been On Dogster Since:
| April 22nd 2004 |
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More than 8 years! |

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id: 31700

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December 1st 2004 1:42 pm
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I just LOVE winter... rolling in the snow, biting the snow, digging the snow... nothing like it. The best part is that smells are better preserved in the snow. I can smell dogs from weeks ago!
But my human pack mates don't seem to think the same. They just look at me like I'm from Mars when I stick my head on a snow bank, or when I start biting the snow off the ground. They should try it some time. Snow is so thirst quenching.
I can't believe we still have another 5 months of snow ahead of us. OH GOODIE!
September 20th 2004 7:40 am
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Yesterday we went to the park. So many smells, so little time.
I wish I didn't have to wear that stupid leash. Having to drad dad along really slows me down, but I guess it's better than not going to the park at all.
Once more someone called mom and dad geniouses for having figured out that if they put the baggie under me, I'll poo directly into it. It kind of buggs me, though. I choose the spot with such care, and there is no smell left.
Maybe tomorrow they'll take me to the park again, and I'll manage to sneak a poo when they're not looking.
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