Mr No

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Age: 12 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Bad Boy, Greedy Guts

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

March 18th 2004

Being fed, begging for food... basically anything to do with food!

postmen, all kinds of motorbikes and bicycles - he goes nuts

Favorite Toy:
empty plastic bottles - he'll chase them the whole day

Favorite Food:
anything edible, but cheese is considered especially edible

Favorite Walk:
walk? You surely kid. He knows not the meaning. Any field or open space or area that allows him to lead us on a merry chase

Best Tricks:
Begging, catching and an unerring ability to know where food is located and being able to sense whether a person will fall for his 'poor hungry dog' routine. This boy is a champion begger.

Forums Motto:
Food is Love

I've Been On Dogster Since:
July 30th 2006 More than 10 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Mr No's Yes-terdays

What is a meme?

January 23rd 2008 7:33 am
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I've been tagged. For a meme.

I know what being tagged is, it's like wearing a collar or that microchip thing in my neck; I know it's there, but I can't see it, can't taste it. In other words, it's not worth being a good boy for. But since That Girl tells me that xp was the one who tagged me, I'll pay attention!

1) I've been on a diet. And it shows. Woe is me.
2) I'm secretly learning how to break into tupperwares. That will solve the diet problem.
3) These humans weren't my first family. They'll be my last family though.
4) I found my first not-suppose-to-be-white white hair recently. My vet says I look more distinguished. This is why she's allowed to touch my "treasured possessions". She understands. She also has a lot of suppose-to-be-black blonde hair.
5) I swallow things better and faster than Zoe Tay. I gulp.
6) I love The Food Woman more than freedom, and cheese more than The Food Woman. Why be hungry and free? Cuddled and full is better.
7) I have nipples. 10 nipples.

8) I don't know what a meme is... And there's no one else to tag except Latte. And maybe that Lab down the street. But we haven't really been on sniffing terms, not since I pee-ed in his face anyway.


Top dog of Underdog

October 17th 2007 8:50 am
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They should have asked me to be Underdog. I'm much better looking and more of a beagle than that airy-headed male model they got on the poster. And to think that That Food Woman was actually gushing over the silly poster dog.

I don't even need a lab accident like he does just to get superpowers. I'm way better - My intelligence increases drastically every time there's food around. That's how I got my doctorate.

For example, yesterday I impressed That Food Woman's friend with a demostration of my powers. She came by with tarts, and decided to give me a biscuit. Because of my superpowers, I could see the bigger picture. As she held the biscuit hostage and made me beg, my superpowers told me that it was time to go for a better prize. She bent down to give me the biscuit, I grabbed the bag of tarts. There were screams flying everywhere and cream in the air... I was brimming with wit and speed!

I had almost wolfed down one whole tart when I heard The Food Woman say that I shouldn't get any dinner. That made me gag. I immediately hacked out the tart remains. Then I did the woeful dog look.

It worked; I got dinner (and not a kibble less, I counted). I'm full, I'm pretty and I'm smart - in that order!

I'll make the perfect pin-up dog.


Where in the world...

June 7th 2007 6:24 am
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Is that Food Woman? That Old Man is missing too, but that's not important. He was only interesting the first few times when I needed his leg for some loving.

But that Food Woman. I haven't gotten a biscuit in ages. That Girl always pretends to go deaf, and grabs my waist instead of a biscuit. She is hard of hearing I believe, cause I'm sure I've told her often enough - hands that come with no biscuits touch no fur of mine.

It's lonely, and I'm moping. That Girl has been trying to cheer me up by bringing me out for walks/carries. It's not the same though. I still miss that Food Woman. They've been gone long enough for the Food Woman and Old Man to have another Girl or Boy. Maybe that won't be so bad, at least i'll be able to train the little one to hand me biscuits. That Girl is defective.

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