April 16th 2008 7:42 pm
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My She was looking for her very first puppy, she wanted a puppy that was going to grow up to be a big hairy dog. And there were puppies just like that at the shelter in the middle of PA. But..but...she wanted to look at ALL the puppies and there I was alone, in a bottom cage, 9 weeks old. A skinny short-haired long-legged black, male pup with white chest. She walked around to all the really hairy puppies and kept coming back to ME. She got me out of the cage, held me, thought about it, and thought some more. She carried me up to the counter and her and the guy (now the ex-guy) took me home after paying $35 and showing her landlord's agreement. It was Easter Sunday and I guess you could say I was the bunny. I never made a single sound while in the shelter, my She says I never shut up once I got home!
Let's just say they didn't get the security deposit back (at all).
Two weeks after I came home, a lab/dal mix, my little brother came home too. He was a brindle boxer pup two weeks younger than me. I loved my baby brother and you could tell by the amount of time I spent trying to kill him. He was the only dog I ever fought with, and when seperated from him, cried to get back to him. You could say we were close. When my people divorced I lost my baby brother (sigh).
The first three years of my life were fun for me and only me, oh and my brother enjoyed them too, BOL. I was guilty of eating entire peices of furniture, garbage dining, counter-surfing and eating italian sandals (yummy). On the plus side I was housebroken within weeks. Do you know how many people told my She to give me up????? That I was too much trouble, too energentic, too much dog altogether. My She said forever means forever and forever is how long we were together. She taught me affection was good, and I became a 60 pound lap dog. She taught me one trick, so I could be her one trick puppy.
I was devoted to my girl, we moved 6 times in my life, as long as my She was there with me, it didn't matter.
She lost me after a battle of cancer at age 12.
May 31st 2007 9:05 pm
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Thanks to a wonderful kitty, yes, a cat helped me! I have music on my page! And the best part is, I got my music before my sister did, heheheheheh. Who does my She love best? Hmmmmmm.
May 23rd 2007 6:41 pm
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Well this is ONE way of getting me to update my Diary, perhaps not the BEST way...but here goes...
The Rules: List 7 random facts about yourself and then tag 7 new dogs, list their names. Pmail the tagged pup or leave them a fun rosette.
7 Pawsome:
1. I am a total and complete Mama's boy
2. I lived in 6 different places in 3 different states in my life
3. I was terrified of thunderstorms, hiding in closets
4. I know that people aren't the only ones affected by divorce (I lost my brother when the peeps split up)
5. I am a lap dog with elbows (ouch)
6. After my She's leg surgery, I figured out how to climb on her chair and cuddle, without touching the leg she had surgery on (all 65lbs of me)!
7. I have an entire repitore (sp) of whines - from chirping like a bird to muttering, to involving myself in any conversation my She was having.
7 dogs: Jediaha, Empress Mimi, Maggie, Berry, Cherry, Twilight, Tetsuya
This was fun and visiting other dogs let me leave bones as some had none!
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