Nicknames: Co, Coco Bean, Coco Nut (when I'm nutty), Coco Chanel (during my diva moments), Boo-Boo (don't understand that one)
Birthday: March 26th 2005
Likes: To be rubbed on my belly, Playing Frisbee , to be rubbed on my belly, Playing fetch, to be rubbed on my belly, When my Mom comes home, to be rubbed on my belly, Running around the house (a case of the 'Zoomies'), oh, & to be rubbed on my belly!
Pet-Peeves: Thunder & lightening, heavy rain storms (don't like going out in them), the noise of a dropped object, dog fighting, breed specific legislation, and when my mom leaves the house (well, you asked)
Favorite Toy: That orange squeeky ball in one of my photos, Kong Wubba and Dog Turbo
Favorite Food: Taste of the Wild Pacific Stream Canine Formula with Smoked Salmon, Natural Balance Sweet Potato & Fish Biscuits, Natural Balance Potato & Duck Biscuits, Wellness Pure Rewards, Dogsters Snow Cups Ice Cream Style Treats, Frosty Paws Frozen Treats for Dogs
Favorite Walk: Anywhere ...
Best Tricks: Pushing my mom to the edge of the bed during the night. She can't figure out how I do it.
Arrival Story: My mom saw my photo on Homelesspets.com (Petfinder.com) and fell in love with me. I was rescued (or handed off) after Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans, brought to Atlanta - underwent surgery, placed with a great foster family who registered me under Pets To Be, Inc. (rescue group). I was adopted for a short while then I went back to my foster family. My mom saw me on Homelesspets.com and the rest is 'a blessed' story!
Welcome to the new edition of "2009 Get to Know Your Pals"
Copy this diary entry, and paste it into your diary. Read then delete my answers. Then you can fill in your own! Then send a rosette to 4 pals and ask them to post it in their diary!!
We can get to know our pals better!! Have fun!!
Here we GO!!
1. What color is your collar?
Right now, it’s brown, blue (cornflower blue) and white. This can change next week or next month because my mom’s always changing my collar.
2. What kind of food do you eat?
I have major food allergies, so the only food I can eat right now other than some of the prescription brands is Taste of the Wild Pacific Stream Canine Formula with Smoked Salmon.
3. What are your favorite treats?
That’s a tough one, but I’ll say Wellness Pure Rewards (Beef, Venison and Venison & Salmon)
4. Do you have a Valentine or significant other??
I’m with Riley …. ewww boy germs?! I think not.
5. Do you get Table Scraps?
6. What is your favorite toy?
Another tough one, but there’s this orange squeaky ball --- the size of a tennis ball --- that I love to play with.
7. When is your Birthday?...
Since I’m a rescue, they had to guess. My vet picked March 26th. I’ll be 4 years-old!!
8. How many times a day do you get to eat?
9. Do you have a favorite color?
10. Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary? I SURE DO!!!!
Alright My Wonderful Pup Pal! You made it here. I see you caught my football pass. Here is what you should do next! Hurry and pass the ball to 5 of your teammates so they can make a touchdown. You are also supposed to write down 5 things about yourself that are funny. Also please leave me a bone and ask all those who visit your diary to leave you a bone so you will know they have been there! Ok…Here goes the play!
1. I get the zoomies every night between 9:30pm and 10:30pm – I start running back and forth upstairs and sometimes up and down the stairs.
2. In the morning, I won’t come downstairs until I hear my mom start to put on her sneakers or when I hear her grab my collar and leash off the hook.
3. I will pull and tug at the pillow in the middle of my bed for 2 minutes trying to get it just right. If I can’t, I’ll stop, get off the bed and either get on the couch or jump on my mom’s bed … depending on where I am.
4. I’ll take all the toys out of my toy chest until I find the right one (my mom wants to teach me how to put them back because sometimes I make a mess).
5. I’ll drop my tennis ball on the hill in my backyard so it will roll into a hole I’ve already started digging. I do this so when it falls into the hole, I can start digging some more making my mom think I’m trying to get the ball out of the hole.
Whoever said “LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE” didn’t sleep with dogs.
The first thing you discover when you bring a dog onto your bed is the striking difference in weight between an alert, awake dog and a dog at rest.
Rule Number One: The deeper the sleep the heavier the dog.
Most people who sleep with dogs develop spinal deformities rather than rent the heavy equipment necessary to move their snoring canines to a more appropriate part of the bed. Cunning canines steal precious space in tiny increments until they have achieved the center position on the bed - with all covers carefully tucked under them for safekeeping. The stretch and roll method is very effective in gaining territory. Less subtle tactics are sometimes preferred. A jealous dog can worm his way between a sleeping couple and, with the proper spring action from all four legs, shove a sleeping human to the floor.
Rule Number Two: Dogs possess superhuman strength while on a bed.
As you cling to the edge of the bed, wishing you had covers, your sweet pup begins to snore at a volume you would not have thought possible. Once that quiets down, the dog dreams begin. Yipping, growling, running, kicking. Your bed becomes a battlefield and playground of canine fantasy. It starts out with a bit of “sleep running”, lots of eye movement and then, suddenly, a shrieking howl blasted through the night like a banshee wail. The horror of this wake-up call haunts you for years. It’s particularly devastating when your pup insists on sleeping curled around your head like a demented Daniel Boone cap.
Rule Number Three: The deeper the sleep, the louder the dog.
The night creeps on and you fall asleep in the 3 inches of bed not claimed by a dog. The dog dreams quiet slightly and the heap of dog flesh sleeps - breathing heavily and passing wind. Then, too soon, it’s dawn and the heap stirs. Each dog has a distinctive and unpleasant method of waking the pack. One may position itself centimeters from a face and stare until you wake. The clever dog obtains excellent results by simply sneezing on your face, or they could romp all over your sleeping bodies - or the ever-loving insertion of a tongue in an unsuspecting ear.
Rule Number Four: When the dog wakes - you wake.
So, why do we put up with this? There’s no sane reason. Perhaps it’s just that we’re a pack and a pack heaps together at night - safe, contented, heavy and loud.