Morgan


Greyhound
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Home:Grand Rapids, MI  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Nicknames:
Cuddle Puppy, Morgie, Noodle, Goofy

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

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Quick Bio:
-purebred-dog rescue

Birthday:
November 6th 2003

Likes:
Massages, Meeting people and treats

Pet-Peeves:
The vaccuum, bath time and sprinklers (generally getting wet)

Favorite Toy:
Aflac Duck

Favorite Food:
Mom's peanut butter cookies & Frosty Paws

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere there are rabbits and squirrels, Grandma's house

Best Tricks:
Move over, come, and can I have a hug?

Arrival Story:
We decided to rescue a greyhound, and he seemed to connect with us right off the bat. Our previous grey had meant the world to us, and there are always greys that need homes, (as our friends reminded us,) so we brought him home on July 3rd, 2006.

Bio:
Morgan raced at the Dairyland track in Wisconsin until he broke his hock in a race. The fate stepped in and we met at Mapleview and now we are one big happy family. Turns out that his leg was not really set at the track, he broke tendons and should have had surgery to repair the damage. He will have a lumpy, mis-shapen leg for the rest of his life, but it doesn't take away from who he is, and we just hope it doesn't get painful for him further down the road.

Forums Motto:
Don't you wanna pet me?

The Last Forum I Posted In:
any other retired greys out there

I've Been On Dogster Since:
July 5th 2006 More than 8 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
340235


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New Adventures of a Retired Dog


What a day for a walk

January 7th 2008 7:01 pm
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Today is a greyt day. The weather is nice and warm (and I don't care if I am from Wisconsin, I am a warm blooded boy!) and despite all the gray clouds, I was meant to be outside. My mom took me for a walk on her lunch and then my dad came home early and took me for a walk. After our walk, dad tried to watch a movie. But I wasn't walked out yet. So once he popped his DVD in, I started to stare at him...intently. After being as patient as I could, I started to whine. But he only let me out in the backyard. So I kept staring at him then whining, and then he fed me. The staring and whining thing was getting me nowhere...nowhere near the greyt outdoors! I don't think dad is very happy with me. He doesn't seem to be enjoying his movie.

 

I'm easy to amuse

January 2nd 2008 6:51 am
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My mom went to work the other day, and in my roaming of the house, I realized that she forgot to the gate up to the stairs. Woo-hoo!
This means I can lay all over my parents bed (I usually fall asleep with my head falling off the bed,) sniff their dirty laundry, and explore the bathroom.
If all of this wasn't cool enough, the suction cup hook that usually holds up my mom's scrubby puff fell down, and the scrubby was on the ground where I could get it! So I had a blast taking it and chewing on it and then ripping it into little net peices all over the upstairs landing. Man, that was a good day.

 

Strange Squeaker

January 15th 2007 1:43 pm
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The other night, I was out in the backyard when I found a black fluffy toy I had not seen before. I thought I had left all of my toys in the house, but this one was new. So I went for the squeaker, like I always do, and it made the strangest noise, different than any of my other toys. So I tried to move it to look in another spot when my dad came running out into the yard and took the fluffy toy away. I wasn't done squeaking it, but the toy seemed to be squirming, and my dad put it on the ground and it seemed to attach itself to his foot. I wanted to keep playing but my dad was holding me away. No fair that he gets to play with the toy that I had first. It still kept making this "REEERAAOOOOOWWW" sound even though it was on dad's foot. So I must not have found the squeaker. I keep going outside to find my new black fluffy toy, but it seems to have disappeared. And I still haven't made it squeak.

 
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