Age: 22 Years Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
|Home:Guelph, Cambridge, ON, Canada ||[I have a diary!] |
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Getting things right! Learning new words or tricks. Raw soup bones. All food matter. Lying under tables. Being near his human mom. His dog and catbrothers and sisters. Doing therapy visits.
Getting squished by his dogsister Thea. Having his nails clipped. Making mistakes. Being left alone.
Not a huge toy guy, but plays with stuffies once in a while - mostly when he wants to get others to play with him...then, he'll toss it around and try to make it look like the BEST toy in the world...very cute!!
Anything that fits down his throat!! Loves his raw diet, especially digging right into a meaty beef bone. Gets Scooby Snacks when he does his therapy visits. Austin loves ice cream and loves almost every fruit and vegetable too!
Anywhere his people are...he's great in dog parks, loves to swim, really loves the country, hanging out on farms, and camping. You can make your party whereever you are!!
Where to start?! Austin has a huge vocabulary and can put multiple concepts together...he rocked in agility, is clicker-trained, knows loads of tricks, and will learn anything new in seconds (especially with nice soft treats!!).
Austin was only a year old when his first family brought him to the local humane society, I'm not sure why. My family dog had just passed away and out of respect for him I didn't want a dog who looked like him - I walked right by Austin's cage. He caught my eye just before I left; I still remember his demure look as he lay down with his front legs crossed, looking so appeasingly at me. The shelter initially refused my application as he had separation anxiety and they said he wasn't suitable for a rental situation - I wrote a long heartfelt letter explaining how seriously I took this commitment, and gave them a list of every animal-related reference I could think of...thankfully they gave me a chance...Austin and I have never looked back.
Austin is so accomplished - he has excelled in everything he's attempted. He has his AKC Canine Good Citizen certificate, he is a certified St John Ambulance Therapy Dog, and he sailed through recreational obedience and agility. Everyone who knows Austin loves him. He's my special boy, and I'm so thankful we found each other.
"Pardon me, do you have any Grey Poupon"
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|May 29th 2004
||More than 11 years!
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April 10th 2006 12:07 am
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I wonder, if I was a human, whether I would live in an apartment or a house. An apartment would be financially advantageous. But it's hard to ignore the draw of having a yard. Not to run around in, though - because I'd be human. To entertain in and have barbecues.
It's true how you get more introspective the older you get. I've learned not to let my dogsister push me around as much. I think the human sees it as crotchetyness but dammit, if she gets pushy I'm at the point in my life where I'm gonna tell her where to go. Ya gotta put dogs like her in her place. If you allow yourself to be a doormat, you will be. I have many regrets in my life about being a people-pleaser, and all the sacrifices my self-esteem made in so doing.
Well usually I have no problem sleeping these days; as I "mature" (like a fine wine) I'm finding two things to be regular as sunrises - bowel movements and undisturbed sleep. Tonight though I drank too much asparagus water before bed and woke up needing to use the little boy's room. Now I'm up, so I'm watching CSI Miami and doing some Super Sudokus. The regular ones are not challenging anymore for me.
Must turn my attention to the tube - I enjoy studying the lighting techniques used in this TV show, and analyzing the development of the integral characters.
October 14th 2005 6:22 am
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I have broken my nose. I know how it happened but am not telling anyone. Pack leader was concerned, but it doesn't hurt, and if something even SMELLS like it might hurt, I anticipate and get my knickers in a knot...it's a tendency I have that borders on neurotic, I know; I just do not like pain. It offends me. It hurts my feelings and it makes me feel unsafe.
I passed the big 1-2 in June. Twelve. Wow! Where has the time gone! One day your feet are too big for your body and the next your muzzle is grey and you have a busted nose. I understand one's metabolism changes with age and I've certainly hit that time of life where regularity and just general complacency are important. Of course I still scrounge for food molecules to be found around the house, but then again - who wouldn't. I believe it's an evolutionary advantage I have over other dogs. Heck, what if a Katrina or Rita or quake happened here in Ontario? And I was stranded with some other dogs in the depths of a collapsed building or on a roof in a flooded town for days on end? Who do you think is going to survive the longest - the one who scrounged for molecules and has that much more of a reserve, or the one who was a "good dog" and didn't prepare for disaster? I say myself - an ounce of extra body fat can mean the difference between life or death in a natural disaster when one doesn't know how long it will take for help to arrive.
Pack leader still "corrects" me for it though; obviously, she has no clue about what COULD happen. Does she even watch CNN? The dumb leading the elite, yeah - that makes sense to me. For the sake of her illusions of world peace meaning no pack disagreements inside the den, I humour her and keep scrounging to a minimum in her presence. Thankfully, my dogsister frees me occasionally when pack leader is out, and I can scrounge freely, without having to justify or explain myself. If pack leader hadn't had a few too many molecules herself over time I'd say see who will survive longer in a natural disaster. Alas, she likely has me beat there. Though at least my molecules are healthier than hers.
I wonder how many of my littermates celebrated their 12th birthday this summer. And my mother? I long to know of her fate, and where she is now. Her unconditional love is fondly remembered, and will never be forgotten.
October 21st 2004 7:36 am
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It's raining again. I find myself thinking of bizarre and complex conceptual realities in my life and fascinated at the progressive fractal patterns of the leaves on the houseplants. Where is my mother? Is she still alive? Is she a happy dog?
Pack leader is here today. She comes and goes and comes and goes. The days she is here with me are those I feel safest. We bond in wordless ways.
I had a soup bone today. Pack leader likes for me to be on my bed when I eat them but I didn't feel like it today. I brought it into the living room a few times but Pack leader herded me back to my bed. My preferred technique is to hold it upright between my paws and lick the marrow out.
Sometimes these lazy grey days are needed. They make me so aware of every part of my body - the tips of my toes as the wet grass makes them come alive, the depth inside my ears as they tingle with the sounds of fog. I am introspective on these days, except for some of the times on walks where I lose myself and feel like a puppy again.
These days are good ones in which to take relaxing naps. Usually on these days, I dream of my littermates in days long past.
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