Phoebe


Dachshund/Papillon (and Phalene)
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Home:St. Petersburg, FL  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 15 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Nicknames:
Phoebster, Phoebarella, Phoebers, Phoebschen

Quick Bio:
-mutt-pound dog-dog rescue

Likes:
wallowing ecstatically in laundry, burrowing

Pet-Peeves:
pedicures

Favorite Toy:
food-filled Kong (tm)

Favorite Food:
whatever I'm eating at the time

Favorite Walk:
beach

Best Tricks:
the "faux-snarly" face, running from cats, lying on her back in the sun when she doesn't want to walk

Arrival Story:
Adopted her from D.A.R.E http://www.daretorescue.com

I've Been On Dogster Since:
May 31st 2004 More than 10 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
39628


Meet my family
Sophie...Sophi
sta.. Sophita
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Isabeau

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Phoebe's Blog


March 31st 2007 5:26 pm
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I work so hard. This morning I awoke at 5:20 AM to make sure my mom didn't sleep in too late and miss out on Saturday. I received breakfast after the other two dogs today for springboarding off the kitchen cabinets and bulldozing Sophie and Isabeau. I am just such the gourmand that I wag my whole body and get SO excited about food I just lose control and spin and leap off the floor so that all four paws are in the air at once. Mom says I'm being pushy and is trying to get me to act more like Sophie, who is a suck-up. I diligently watched the neighborhood from my station on top of the couch while my mom went to lunch with her friend. We even had Jehova's witnesses for me to bark at today.

Last week the craziest thing happened. We went to the dog park. I prefer the big dogs, but I just ignore them and scavenge for truffles in the grass. Bigger dogs = bigger truffles. Since I'm so low to the ground I get pretty dirty. Mom decided to give me a bath, which I hate. Only this time she pushed a button and I found myself in a dog washing tub with several jets and bubbles. They call it a jacuzzi. It was alright. Afterwards I expressed how much it suxxored by shaking water everywhere and ZOOMING back and forth and wallowing on EVERYTHING. Dad said I smelled like wet dog and slept downstairs, but I OWN mom and slept with my head on dad's pillow. Speaking of owning mom, she promised to take me to the dog park again tomorrow morning.

 
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