 Age: 9 Years Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
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Leave a bone for Clyde
Nicknames:
Clydedog, Clydie, Klaus, Poopers, Sir Wags-A-Lot, Turdburgler, Little Man, Saf-T-Pup
Quick Bio:
Likes:
Attention, endless belly rubs, spooning, meeting new people, the occassional savage killing, going on long unauthorized adventures, going to the dump in the pickup truck, rolling in excrement and carrion, dancing to Michael Sembello's 'Maniac,' Kafka
Pet-Peeves:
Getting left, gunfire, losing at Boggle, living groundhogs, agressive kittens, people who hate on P-Diddy, vacuums
Favorite Toy:
Snooty - http://www.dogster.com/dog_page.php?i=31067&n=3068
Favorite Food:
Groundhog. He also seems to somehow be able to digest love. He also has a bizarre butter fascination - he doesn't necessarily eat it, but enjoys hiding full sticks in out of the way places, i.e. Mather's bed
Favorite Walk:
The little guy pretty much walks himself, as we're on a farm and he has free reign. However, he does like being let out of the car at the top of the driveway and running alongside and in front of it at 25mph, detouring by the pond for a quick cool off.
Best Tricks:
Making sticks of butter disappear, making groundhogs disappear, 'sit' sometimes, 'paw' sometimes, jumping into a pickup bed over the sidewalls, finding Mather's logs, eating quart cans of bacon grease, inspecting worksites for OSHA, eating through leashes
Arrival Story:
Well, way back when Clyde was a newborn at my contractor's neighbor's house, some dude decided to take him and another pup in the litter. Unfortunately for Clyde, that night he decided two was more than he could handle, so he returned Clyde first thing the next morning without telling anyone.
Clyde then started hanging out around my contractor's barn, being cute and helping him feed the horses, angling for belly rubs, etc. Greg the contractor decided Clyde was cool enough to bring into the fold, and kept him around.
Soon he got his name, from the fact that he likes to chomp at flys in the air like a frog. (We don't understand either, but its a cool name and it suits him).
Unfortunately, the idyll would soon be upset by the double whammy of Clyde getting in trouble with the law and Greg's getting kicked out of the house. Something alleged about a kitten being eaten. And a divorce.
Anyway, as fate would have it, my friend Mathers and I had just moved in to my farm house for what was to be a year of farm workcamp. So, when my contractor stopped by to welcome us, he suggested we get a dog. We said we would think about it, but the next day the decision had been made for us when Greg and Clyde and two bowls and a 50lb bag of food showed up at the farm.
Upon meeting Mathers and I, Clyde howled a little, wagged a lot, and promptly rolled over on his back in anticipation of a nice belly rub.
Bio:
Since then, Clyde has become an integral part of the family. He's the closest thing I have to a wife, which is actually good for the time being. He's earned bed privileges, licks all our plates clean, and keeps the groundhog population in check.
And in recent Clyde news, the little Lothario has found himself a nice Weimaraner girlfriend up the road.
I've Been On Dogster Since:
| April 27th 2004 |
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More than 5 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
32803
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