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Likes: Being with his family, wrestling other dogs at doggie daycare & Central Bark dog park, sleeping in, snuggling, stealing food, wearing his collar, laughing at his own jokes
Pet-Peeves: Anyone who doesn't want to play, having his collar taken off, traffic, being left out, the citronella bark collar (it's EVIL!!!)
Favorite Toy: Adora, Sherman (his English Bulldog partner in crime), I-Qube squeaky balls, Planet Dog soccer ball and a mobster duck that says "You think I'm funny? What am I, a clown?"
Favorite Food: SALTINE CRACKERS! They make me drool all over myself just looking at them. I'm also open to eating whatever you're having, bully sticks, and some cat poop & breath biscuits for dessert!
Favorite Walk: Anywhere there are dogs and kids to play with
Best Tricks: Very attentive listener. Gets 'tilty-head' when he hears a variety of words that he likes (dog park, daycare, play, have fun, upstairs, outside, etc.) He also knows the basics + 'Kiss' & 'Shake'
Arrival Story: I found Beckham at 10 wks old as a stray in a very bad neighborhood (I was there for work, not for fun!). He was attempting to play with a little boy who was kicking a soccer ball, when Beckham tried to get the ball, the boy kicked Beckham through the air. When I saw this I gave the bratty kid an earful, followed by, "Whose dog is that?" - to which the kid replied "NOT mine!". Beckham had no collar/tags, so I spent about an hour asking around & found out that he was a stray that the neighborhood kids liked to torture (tie to light poles and punch, kick, etc.). I couldn't leave him there in good conscience, so I brought him home with me with no intention to keep him. I had my husband call several no-kill shelters the next day and (luckily for us!) none would take him. Well, that, and I called my husband on my way to work crying my head off saying "what if the puppy already loves us??" (this line worked like a charm, feel free to use it! LOL) Although we weren't ready for a dog, we can't imagine life without him now, we both just adore him!
Bio: His ears and the rims of his eyes blush when he's happy or excited (a Pharaoh Hound trait), but it is possible that he's a purebred APBT with prick ears. Numerous pit bulls roam the neighborhood where he was found and dog fighting is big business. Becks has 2 questionable scars from his time as a stray. (BTW - please don't take this to mean that all Pit Bull owners have them for illegal reasons! It just so happens, this is the environment he was born in to). *************************** ********PLEASE READ****************
PLEASE do not support any 'artists' or companies that portray dog fighting in a glamourous way (i.e., Jay-Z, DMX, Nike) or charities that are anti-Pit Bull (PETA).
**Please take a look at www.badrap.org for a wealth of information on Pit Bulls**
Check out your local shelter/rescue groups if you are looking for a dog, you might just find the perfect mutt or purebred to be your best friend! PLEASE SPAY/NEUTER!
Forums Motto: Beckham's here - now it's a party!
The Groups I'm In: Squeaky & Fuzzy
Person I'd like to pee on: Ingrid Newkirk
Fondest Dream: For the cats to play with me
Favorite Sleeping Position: On my back in bed, between mom & dad with my head on the pillow
Favorite Thing Ever: Lick 'em Crunch Cookies from 3 Dog Bakery!! Whoo hoo!
Since my baby sister Adora arrived I haven't had much time to have my mom type my journal entries for me. I am usually exhausted from wrestling and running around so much!
Well...what's new...let's see...I've learned the names of our cats now, *especially* Oscar and Gus. Ooh! I just love Gus! He is so fluffy! I really wish he would let me sniff and pet his silken fur. I try to catch him all the time, but he never lets me. And my mom yells and tells me not to bother him. She's no fun at all :(
I'm off to try to steal another one of my mom's saltines!
Last Thursday night my mom gave Adora and me our cornstarch bones that we love so much. Mine was cinnamon and it was tasty! Adora didn't finish hers, so I polished it off for her. To be nice, of course.
Well, the next night I started throwing up 4x's an hour! Yikes! I did not feel so good. I felt really, really, really bad and I felt especially bad when I barfed on my mom's foot in the middle of the night.
I had to go visit Dr. Wu on Saturday. I had to stay ALL day long having x-rays and drinking some yuckky stuff. I guess I didn't chew up the cornstarch bones well enough because they got stuck! When they got stuck it made my pancreas work overtime and made me very sick. I had to have fluids injected under my skin a bunch of times during the weekend. I did not enjoy it at all. In fact, I felt quite sorry for myself until Monday when I started feeling better.
I'm back to normal now, but no more cornstarch bones for me! My mom said biscuits and bully sticks only!
My mom took Adora to the dog park today without me. She claimed that she took her to the vet, but I KNOW she took her to the dog park. I might be a dog, but I am not stupid! I could smell the "eau de dog park" on Adora!
My mom promised to take me to doggie daycare tomorrow so I guess I will try to forgive her. I can't believe she doesn't think she can handle me, Adora & my human foster sister all at the same time at the dog park. Weakling...
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