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Likes: Chewing - anything and everything he can get his mouth on!
Pet-Peeves: He doesn't understand why Piper - our little 10 lb. kitty - doesn't want to play with him. :(
Favorite Toy: Squeeky toys, Mama & Daddy's hair (and hands, and clothing, and...), Tuff Gear (rubber ring and chew rope), anything he can get his mouth on... (Are you sensing a pattern here?)
Favorite Food: Treats - of any kind!
Favorite Walk: We had a big fenced in yard, and he loves to run around out there
Best Tricks: "Lay Down" - he usually does it when told, expect when he's at peak energy, when NOTHING stops him. What's adorable is that he always lays down next to me and then looks up with this "Aren't I a good-boy Mama? I get a treat for that, right?" look at me.
Arrival Story: Our beloved Sabaka passed away in late April, 2006, and both my husband and I - as well as our dear friend (who helps my husband care for me since I'm homebound) - were feeling the loss terribly. Even Tasha seemed lost and confused. After a couple of weeks, we decided we really just needed to bring a 2nd dog into the family. We knew he wouldn't replace Sabaka, but we also felt that having a new furbaby to love and give attention to, things might not feel quite so empty. Because I'm disabled, I can't go to the shelters myself, so I spent a lot of time looking at puppies available at local shelters through PetFinder, and found several lab pups. My husband and our friend went down to meet the puppies, and Xander was the only one left of a litter that had been found in a box tossed on the side of the road. My husband said that Xan just looked up at him with this "I'm scared and alone and I don't know what's going on!" kind of look, and there was just no way he could leave him there, so he brought him home.
Bio: Our amazingly adorable baby has grown into an absolutely WONDERFUL companion! He's energetic as all get out - sometimes maybe a bit more than us old fogies want to handle, but he's such a joy to have around. He has the sweetest heart and wants for nothing except food, water, TREATS, and someone to play with him. He's very smart (he likes to chew on my sleeves, and knows he's not supposed to, so he'll often come sit next to me, *gingerly* take my sleeve in his mouth, just hold it there until I say "let go" and immediately put it back down, then look up at me, beaming with pride, wanting to know where his treat reward is. It's priceless!), and truly seems to just want to make everyone around him happy. I still miss my beloved Sabaka, but I am SO glad Xander has become a part of our family!!
Forums Motto: Can I chew on that?
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I had to go to the doctor again this week. I was feeling fine when I went in, but now I hurt a bit. Mom says that I had to have this surgery so that I can be healthier and won't make any puppies that could end up in bad homes or - worse - just dumped by someone who doesn't care (like me and my brothers had been). I supposed she's right that it's for the best, but that doesn't make it feel any better. ::puppy pout::
And if THAT weren't enough, my TEETH are falling out, too! Mom and Dad found one of them and were just oohing and ahhhing over it, saying it was so cute. Then Dad gave me a big hug and said he was sorry for having gotten mad at me earlier about my chewing on stuff. I guess he finally figured out that I was doing it because my TEETH HURT!
One good thing that happened, though! My kitty-sister Piper came into the room with Mom and Tasha and me the other night, and actually STAYED around for a few minutes, even after she saw me. She still kinda hissed at me, so I backed off, but usually the second she spots me she takes off running. I don't know why, I've never done anything to her - I just want to be her friend. But maybe she's starting to get used to me.
I had to stay at the hospital overnight after my surgery, and Tasha was funny when I got home the next morning. She started sniffing me all over when I came in the door and kept sniffing me as Dad brought me into Mom's room so she could say "hi" to me. I think Tasha must have sniffed every inch of me two or three times before she was finally satisfied. Satisfied with what, who knows...
At any rate, it's been quite the week. Hopefully this week will be a lot calmer - unlike me, of course! I HATE being calm!
So... who's gonna play with me now? Huh!? Huh?! ::big wagging tail::
Well, for a while anyway, Mama says. I went to the vet again this week. The man there is really nice until he starts pulling out those needles! But Mama said that the shots I had this week will be the last I need for a while, unless I get sick or something - and the shots I've gotten are supposed to prevent that. Here's hoping!
The vet weighed me, too, and I'm over 20 pounds now! Mama and Daddy seem to be surprised, but they keep telling me how much I'm growing so I'm not sure why. Silly humans!
I think Tasha's starting to warm up to me *finally*. Last night when she hopped up on the bed, she actually kind of curled herself around me, which was really warm and nice! Maybe this not biting her so much thing is working.
Not sure what I'm supposed to do about Piper, though. Mama says cats are just strange creatures, but no matter how much I try to let Piper know that I'm just excited about wanting to get to know her better, all she does is making funny hissing sounds at me. All I wanna do is play! Maybe she's just some kind of a stick in the mud or something.
Speaking of sticks and mud... it's almost time for me to get to go run in the yard again - YIPPEE!!!!
I gave Mom and Dad quite a surprise today! I *finally* figured how to jump up on the ottoman all by myself! Up 'til now, Daddy had to put me up on it and a lot of time - especially when I was REALLY wanting to play with his hands - he'd forget I needed help. So today I tried extra hard and I MADE IT! I think he was really happy - but he was saying all these words I don't know, so I'm not sure. Meanwhile Mama was bragging that in the next week or so I'll probably be able to get up on the bed by myself, too! Then I'll be able to play with her hands, too, whenEVER I want!
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