Likes: Sleeping in mom's bed, mooching treats from the neighbors, Eating
Pet-Peeves: Getting my ears cleaned, Roswell chewing on my head
Favorite Toy: Right now, the new pink elephant, but anything I can neurotically carry around in my mouth when I go outside
Favorite Food: Whatever I can steal off of the table when no one is looking. I may be short, but I can get food off of most any table or counter
Best Tricks: Barking loud
Arrival Story: Beau's original owner died over the Christmas Holiday 2001. He was dropped off at a vet clinic two days before New Years because no one in his owner's family wanted him. Even though I so didn't need another dog, I had always wanted a Basset Hound. Specifically a red and white one. Beau was pretty cute and won me over instantly. Later, we found out that the reason no one in the family wanted him was because he had been alone with his deceased owner for several days and they thought Beau ate the poor gentleman's eyeballs. I have been told by many people that they probably just became dehydrated and sunken and Beau probably didn't eat them, but it understandably creeped the family out.
Bio: I live with my mom who works for an Emergency Vet. It has its pluses and minuses. I get to go everywhere with my mom and that is fun but sometimes I get sick of looking at her. Being at the vet clinic, I get lots of love from everyone and they give me lots of cookies even though my mom rolls her eyes when I beg / demand them. But, hey, I pay my dues. I donate blood to sick doggies in need and have saved several lives. I am very good for it too which surprised my mom because I am a giant stinker when it comes to getting baths.
I live with 4 other doggies. My big brother Roswell can be fun to play with at times. He mostly likes to chew on my head and that is kind of annoying, so I'll take him down by the ankles and bark real loud at him. But at least I have someone to play with now. When I first came to my new home, I lived with 4 dogs who were 14 years or older and there was one chihuahua that just barked at me and ran away screaming. It was like I was a teenager living with a midget in a nursing home. :)
Now, I am the mature one in the house and the new pup wants to play with me and I ignore her. It is my turn to be the crabby middle aged man. Maybe I can get Roswell to chew on her head.
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