English Setter
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Home:Nashua, NH  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 15 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Arabibble, Princess, Bibble(s), Bibsy, Bibs, Baby Girl, Bibble Butt

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

Cheese, Daddy, when her uncles come to play, car rides and our picture window.

She hates baths, loud noises, and being snuck up on.

Favorite Toy:
She has these stuffed birds that quack. She has like 5 different kinds so it's one of them.

Favorite Food:

Favorite Walk:
She loves going to her training center, be it for class, or grooming or daycare.

Best Tricks:
She catches stuff in mid air, has a 5 foot vertical leap, sings with the guitar, and she gives kisses on command

Arrival Story:
My fiance had wanted a Golden retriever forever but after looking for over a year it became apparent that all breeders in our area were sub par as everyone I spoke to got a dog with a genetic problem. I was complaining to a friend of mine who told me her dog was having puppies. I asked what she had and she told me an english setter. I dont' really prefer the show type as the droopy faces and insane coat are too much for me, but I agreed to meet the mommy to be anyways. She was a Llewellin (Hunting type) absolutely gorgeous and the sweetest dog in the world. Her and the sire were both field trial champions, and I decided then and there that we had to have one of these puppies. Matt wasn't too happy (He wanted a Golden afterall) but we went to see them when they were a week old. We had first pick of the girls, which were all pure white, except for their large patches. Araby got put on Matt's lap, and blind and deaf she crawled up his chest, kissed his chin then tumbled into his pocket where she fell asleep. He was in love. I visited her once a week till she was 7 weeks old and we were scheduled to pick her up. There was a horrible blizzard and Matt turned around halfway there claiming that it was too dangerous. I was bawling my eyes out and as soon as he dropped me off, I got into my car and puttered up there and brought the angel back.

Araby is crazy. Absolutely insane. (Very accident prone too. Our vet loves us.) In order for her to have an outlet for all her energy, and for us to have an activity to do with her, she's working in agility. She absolutely loves it, we're working on refining her before her first competition. Sometimes too much speed is a bad thing.......... Her name comes from the song "Araby" by The Sponge Awareness Foundation" and can be heard here. ic/araby.html The song is about a vivacious girl who was named after James Joyce's short story "Araby" which is the name of a ribald, off the wall, eccentric carnival. It fits her on so many levels. And to think, we only picked it because we thought it sounded cool. Her middle name (Francis) is after Matt's hero, Kurt Cobain's, daughter who was named "Francis Bean". I fought tooth and nail to keep the "Bean" part out.

Forums Motto:
I am Bibs, now worship me!

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Hunting/Companion Breed

I've Been On Dogster Since:
June 8th 2004 More than 12 years!

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Araby's Thoughts

I can't believe it!

November 10th 2004 7:24 pm
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I am a queen. People exist only to serve me. The fewer distractions there are the better. Well my mom came home this weekend with a HUGE distraction. This monster of a puppy that has feet the size of my head! He has no manners whatsoever. This is insane! I LET them bring Hobo in because I needed someone to do my grunt work, but he does a good job and I don't need anyone else. Now this little bugger is obsessed with me and tries to eat my tail! Not my fault that he has some crappy little whip tail!


Dog park

October 5th 2004 12:15 pm
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Sunday my mom loaded Hobo and I up in the car. I had to wear a seatbelt because I have a tendency to try and jump in mom's lap when she's driving. Oops. We were in the car for ages. Mom said it was 3 hours. We finally get to this place she calls a dog park. She said that we were there to play with some special dogs that cant' hear.

We get in and she takes off our leashes. Hobo takes off like a shot and I just sit there and look at him. I'm exhausted from that car ride so I go over to the dirt pile and fall asleep. My mom wakes me up when her friend gets there with all her dogs. I'm ready to go back to sleep, but mom insists on walking around so I have to follow her.

Hobo's jumping on tables, and tripping up people. I tell my mother that he's being a nuisance and she just tells me he's having fun, and that I'm just a little snob who won't play with anyone. Then wonders of wonders I see another dog like me! She's a puppy and granted shes only 2 colors instead of 3 but hey! Beggars can't be choosers. Her name is Lila and she can't hear but she still plays with me a little bit.

Hobo's playing with mom's friend's Monster dog, and I decide to go mingle. Luckily there are a lot of people there that appreciate my beauty. All too soon my mom says we have to go. Another 3 hours and we're home. Dad fawns all over me telling me how much he missed his baby (As he should).

I'd say it was a good time. Something I'd look into doing again. I'm going to have to have mom make one closer to home though, as the drive was a bit much.


Poor Daddy

September 24th 2004 3:41 pm
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My daddy is very sick. He has a head cold and walks around all day asking people to shoot him in the head. My poor daddy.
He has lots of tissues on the floor so I eat them for him so he doesn't have to worry about cleaning them up. One less thing for my poor daddy to do.
My daddy has lots of things to drink, like orange juice, grape fruit juice, green tea, and Gingerale. I keep Hobo away because he's clumsy and will knock over the drinks my poor daddy needs to get better.
When daddy wants something he writes a note and stucks it on my collar and tells me to get mommy. My poor daddy can't even call my mommy because his head hurts.
Sometimes Mommy doesn't come upstairs for daddy, and she writes a note back. When she does this my poor daddy tells me to yell at mommy, so I go down and bark abnd bark until she comes and takes care of my poor daddy.
When Daddy is cold I snuggle him and when he is hot I wash him. my poor daddy needs to get better soon, because his breath is kind of bad.

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