Age: 11 Years Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
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Leave a bone for Kierkegaard
Kierke-doddle-dogger, Filosopher-Furhead, Stealth-dog, Frog-dog, Comma-tail, Psychic-dog, Reverse Dog, Sir Dog, Snatchmo, Captain Kierke
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February 14th 2005
Playing chase, fetching mom's slippers as a surprise, riding in the car, chewing rawhide bones, attacking roots in the back yard, playing tug-of-war, chasing squirrels and birds and following mom and dad around the house.
The same food all the time, the vacuum cleaner, firecrackers, and staying behind when mom and dad go in the car.
Rawhide bone, unless mom's slippers are reachable.
He's a Wallace kind of a dog--He'll run in circles, woof like he has to go out, and even backtalk for CHEESE, please ! Peanut butter inside a kong, Fromm's Beef canned food & Duck & Sweet Potato dry food, PUPperonis.
Through the neighborhood to the park and the woods, or down to Pakak's house, his dog-friend.
Jumping, sitting/lying down/rolling over/and running through tunnels. Also lying with his back legs out frog-style, going in reverse, and ESPECIALLY sneaking slippers secretly.
We found Kierke at the pound calmly waiting for us at a time when we were very sad. He was only 9 months old and was left at the pound because his owner was deployed. When mom put her hand out to him, he immediately got up from the floor, wagged his tail, walked over and smiled at her, and then licked her hand. That was it! Although we will never forget his sister, Angel, we are happy to have a dog to love and brighten each day again. He is our golden boy, our sunshine, and the light of our lives!
Kierke is a very sweet and happy dog with athletic tendencies. He likes to run, leap, dig up roots in the back yard, and get pets. He's very funny and stealthy; he loves to psyche out mom and dad by sneaking shoes and startling us when he proudly presents them. He's learning manners and all kinds of commands, but he has a bratty streak. Sometimes he runs through mom's flower beds just for the devilry of it and once in a while he snatches mouthfuls of grass or flowerheads for fun. Mom and dad were amazed one day when he grabbed a mouthful of wild rose stickerbush and calmly ate it without one wimper. We probably should add "Iron-mouth" to his list of nicknames... It's strange because he's very gentle-mouthed with people and slippers! Kierke is more a "trick" dog than his sister was; he leaps and twists in the air very high just to get a look at who he hears and smells in the alley, or he'll actually run backwards out of the kitchen when mom catches him sniffing the garbage. He's definitely a mama's boy and even follows her to the bathroom. (He only sits outside the door) He also still tries to get in our laps as if he was a puppy. He and dad love to play tug-of war; he has really strong jaws and can shred almost anything. We had gotten him his own leash and harness--Angel loved hers--and the first night he sawed both of them in two! But he is a sweet baby with gentle eyes and often sits at our feet by balancing on his back legs, then very softly puts his paws on our laps, just to say "Hello--I love you!" Kierke also loves nothing better than to lean on a person for pets until he slides to the floor in absolute bliss!
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Since I'm big, red-blonde, and angelly-looking in the face with Viking behavior tendencies, my folks decided to name me Kierkegaard after a Danish religious philosopher. Go figure! I just decided that I was Captain Kierke and since I got here, I rule the ship! I'm more Viking than philospher, I guess, but I'm still sweet and angelic and loving! (Slippers, anyone? )
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May 11th 2013 9:05 am
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The snow is melting and the backyard is icky. But you know, I like it! LOTS to sniff. Dad is disgusted cleaning up after me, but he still pets me! We got to go out on the Front Deck finally, after being only in the back all winter. So fun! I get to watch everyone go by and bark. Mom doesn't like it, but I sneak it in. My sister just sits there looking all prissy. She calls herself a princess, but she's really just prissy. You should see her try to walk across the wet lawn. She might as well be a high stepping horse! But I love her.
Not much more to tell right now. Just waiting for warmer temperatures, leaves on the trees, and a place to DIG! I did snap at a bumblebee yesterday, but I got in trouble for that too. I guess my sister Angel, who is at the Rainbow Bridge, was allergic to bee stings and it freaks mom out. But they're so, well, BUMBLY! Ok, have a good one and later, folks!
April 1st 2013 3:34 pm
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Hello Deeps! (that dog-peeps)
Haven't been on here in awhile. Today my mom is home sick so we're hanging out. But I just thought I'd mention that the snow is getting mushy and I'm finding all kinds of things I left out last fall. Old leaves, sticks, you know! I just LOVE the smell of things all wet and moldy and poo-ey. I think us dogs are the only ones that get how great those smells are. Mom turns up her nose and usually goes and gets something to throw them away. Like when I threw up on the little carpet in the dog room, she tossed the entire thing out! She said it was too dirty adn hairy anyway and she almost threw up looking at it. So, there you have it, deeps. Moms don't do barf well. And they don't really bark well either. Hahahahaha! My yolk.
Anyways, we've had a great winter. Mom and dad went on vacation right after Christmas and were gone a Loooog time! Leda was worried but she's like that, you see. We got to stay in a kennel and play and stuff. But we were glad to get home. Then one day, when we went out, there was a really crrraaaaazy smell in the corner of the yard and we went to investigate, barking and jumping. Mom started screaming for us to come in RIGHT NOW and jiggled the treat bag. I figured whatever was in the treat bag was better than what was in the corner! I heard her tell dad later that she saw the biggest moose she'd ever seen across the alley in someone else's yard and saw it easily walk over the neighbor's eight foot fence! Plus, it stopped on the other side of our fence after we'd gone in like he was looking for us! Mom was worried he'd stomp the fence down and come after us, I guess, which is why she wanted us in the house. But heck, I can handle a moose! (This is Mom--No, he can't)
Ok, well after that we've taken some spring walks with dad, but right now they're cleaning out the house of old boxes of stuff and haven't been spending as much time with us as we'd like. Mom says it will all be different when they're done. I wish those boxes would go away! Well, happy spring everyone! We're hoping it stops snowing and the ground shows up soon. I need to DIG! Love, Kierkegaard PS--thanks for the Easter presents. Leda says hi and thanks. I'm sure Angel does too!
December 29th 2011 11:18 pm
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Hello everyone! Long time, no see. Mom doesn't get on here much anymore since she works full-time and facebooks now. We, Leda and I, are stars on her page. Naturally! Pretty much we are the same as ever. I have gotten even better at sneaking mom's shoes and gloves and whatever else I can find to play with or hide in my crate. Mom hardly ever sees me do it! Hehehehehe
I am almost seven years old now, but I still play like I was a year young! I am very talented, too. Last summer a little bird accidentally flew into the house. I picked it up in my mouth immediately. Finally mom realized I had it and dad made me open up. Out it flew and escaped through the open door! My folks were so stunned they just stood looking at me. I have to say I was pretty surprised, too. It's the retriever in me, they said. Leda would have just stood there staring at it until mom or dad got it. I guess that's what her breed does. Weird. Well, happy holidays, all. Hope you all have a great year! Love, Kierkegaard (Kierke or K)
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