Lhasa Apso/Boston Terrier
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Age: 10 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 1-10 lbs

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Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

April 29th 2006

chasing other dog's tails, jumping on other dogs

Favorite Toy:
other dogs' tails

Arrival Story:
Emma is the great granddaughter of my dogs chewey and cheeney. The fateher, named Chuck, is their grandson, and sadly died before the puppies were born.

Forums Motto:
Keep on Jumpin'

The Groups I'm In:
FANCYPANTS CAFE, Pawsatively Bostylicious

I've Been On Dogster Since:
June 21st 2006 More than 10 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:

Meet my family
Cheeney *In
Loving Memory*
PepperOreo *In
Loving Memory*
Chewey *In
Loving Memory*

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My Life

My Encounter with a Dead Frog

April 20th 2007 10:41 am
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April 20. I went for a walk today with my human and my brother Augusto. While trying to smell everything ther is to smell, I chance upon something on the middle of the road. It was a dead frog. I was curious about the smell, so I went closer to have a look (and smell). It was a squashed up frog. As I've never seen one before, I went to have a closer smell of the subject. Just as I was about to get a little more closer, my human tugged at my leash and dragged me away from my new toy. Unfortunately, my human was a little to late in dragging me back as I came in contact with the frog. When I got home, I was already having an allergic reaction and my face was bloated like I was on steroids! My eyes were closed shut from and I looked like I went 10 rounds with Mike Tyson (and I wasn't the one doing the biting!) Luckily, my human called my doctor who prescribed to me some allergy medicines. My face isn't as bloated as before and I can now open my eyes. Hopefully, after a good night's sleep, I'll be back to normal tomorrw.

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