Leave a bone for Dusty Nicknames: Dustbuster, Stuart, Dust, Dufner, Dustbutt~ During my puppy years- Lucifer,Cujo, Devil Dog~When it's suppertime for my humans, it's Honieeeee!!!! Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-purebred
Birthday: October 24th 2000 Likes: Fetching, kicking, tossing, and rolling tennis balls, and eventually tearing them to shreds. Pet-Peeves: Thunderstorms, vaccum cleaners,baths, earcleaning, toenail clipping and being ignored. Favorite Toy: Tennis balls. Favorite Food: I have to have a favorite? Favorite Walk: Walking? Forget that. Tennis balls. Did I say I like tennis balls? Best Tricks: Playing soccer and tossing tennis balls. Yes! I really can toss them! Arrival Story: We lost our beloved golden of 10 years in Dec. of 2000 and got Dusty about 2 weeks later. After having Dusty we vowed to NEVER have a puppy again! Now he is such a joy. He keeps us entertained 24/7. Bio: OK !, so I was a little bugger as a pupper but now that I'm grown I have my family wrapped 'round all four paws! I am THE great entertainer of the house. Not only can I make you laugh by the comical things I do but I can do it just by giving you one of my silly looks . At 6 yrs. old I'm still pretty rambunctious. My brother Copper has taught me that being gentle and sweet has it's benefits too. My favorite all time fun is playing with my tennis balls. Dad can mention the words 'cook on the grill' ,'throw the ball', and my tail starts wagging fiercly as I look for one of my many tennis balls and head to the back door. Although I play hard, when it's time for bed, I'm the first to hit the king size bed I sleep in. Of course I let Mom & Dad sleep with me but will growl if they try to move me from my spot. I'm really glad I grew out of my bad puppy stage. Many times I think I have heard Mom say she would have paid to get rid of me. Surely not! Forums Motto:
My furriend "Gretta" tagged me, so here are the rules fur the game:
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Those tagged need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 furry friends to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail, or send a fun rosette, letting them know that they have been tagged and to read your Diary fur the rules.
1) I turned 7 on October 24
2) I love playing with my brother Copper
3) I LOVE my tennis balls
4) I'm afraid of dogs smaller than me
5) I can play soccer
6) I'm a daddy's boy
7) I growled at the Santa Claus at PetSmart!
1) Niner
2) Sydney Rachel Klein
3) Jersey
4) Abby Dog
5) Romey
6) Justan
7) Trooper
My furriend "Rommel"tagged me, so here are the rules fur the game:
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Those tagged need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 furry friends to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail, or send a fun rosette, letting them know that they have been tagged and to read your Diary fur the rules.
1) Today is my birthday!
2) I love playing with my brother Copper
3) I LOVE my tennis balls
4) I'm afraid of dogs smaller than me
5) I can play soccer
6) I'm a daddy's boy
7) I growled at the Santa Claus at PetSmart!
Well, I haven't written in my diary until now. I didn't have much to say but now I'm upset and have to vent! Do they call it venting for guys? Or is that just for girls? OK, maybe letting off some steam!
Here Christmas is coming. You know, the season of lots of treats, turkey and a cookie every now and then? Well Mom and Dad took me to the doctor the other day. Yes, Mom AND Dad. You see, I'm stronger than most puppers of the golden breed. I have lots of muscles. It's muscles Mom and Dad, muscles! Anyway, Mom can't handle me by myself and I was due for those terrible shots and poking and prodding by the doc. He clipped my nails and even did something unmentionable to my hiney. And whewwwieee the smell when he did!
So anywho, the bottom line was he said I needed to lose 30 lbs.! C'mon, 30? I thought maybe 5 or 10, but 30? geeezzz! I heard Mom say, "He weighed a whopping 114 lbs. Is that alot? I mean it's just muscle. My brother Copper weighed in at 74 lbs. I think he just looks puny but the dr. said that was a perfect weight for him. But hey! I think 114 is perfect for me. Right? Ok, well maybe not, Mom says she wants me around a long time and to be healthy so she wants to make some changes. Firrrrrsst....no more people food! Can you believe it??? No more of Daddy's grillin', no more left over meatloaf, no McDonalds, NOTHING! And get this. No more treats when somebody comes home, or when somebody goes outside and comes back in, or if I go out and come back in, or when me or somebody goes upstairs and comes back down. Yeah, I had 'em trained to do that. All I get now is dry dog food that goes away if I don't finish it in the allotted amount of time, and an occasional SMALL bite of meat just cause Mom or Dad is feelin' sorry for me.
The doc said they could bring me in from time to time to have me weighed but since I made such a scene, Mom just measured me and is gonna keep track of it that way until I have to go back for something else. My chest was 36" and my tummy 34 and 1/2". I will keep everyone posted on how I do. It's gonna be hard!
The Dog Show: Who's Your Mama?
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