Hamish McNamish

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Age: 13 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Hamish McNamish

Mr. Pooper, Stinky Toes, Little Sausage, Mr. Wigglesbottom

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:

August 27th 2003

Eating whatever drops on the floor, stealing toys, Chasing little animals in the yard

Being teased, other dogs when he's on a leash

Favorite Toy:
All plush toys

Favorite Food:
Any crunchy vegetable, but chicken is the best treat

Favorite Walk:
Into all the local shops where the women swoon over how handsome he is

Best Tricks:
Understanding English (spoken AND spelled)

Arrival Story:
We adopted Hamish from Vancouver, WA. Although we got him from a breeder we consider him pretty much a rescue. When we arrived at the breeder's house we found one of them on the phone with his parole officer figuring out how to get out of going back to jail. While they loved their dogs, they clearly were not able to provide a safe environment. So we snatched up little Hamish and took off. Since then we've learned a lot about the difference between responsible and irresponsible breeders. Hamish in his three yeas has lived a pretty full life so far. He's lived in Portland, OR, Oakland, Ca and now Baltimore where we bought our first home. He survived a trip across country in the backseat of our car with our other dog Lupe and our 3 cats.

On my first birthday I ate my entire birthday "cake" in 10 seconds and then promptly threw up on my guests. And, strangely, I love ice packs on my belly when it's hot (see weird photo down to the left). Like all dachshunds, I'm unaware I'm a small dog. An unabashed sensualist, I love to stretch into weird poses. I have a great sense of humor and love to be sung to.

Forums Motto:
leave no toy undestroyed

I've Been On Dogster Since:
November 13th 2006 More than 10 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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The secret life of Hamish McNamish.

Missing cakes and other anomalies of the universe

September 1st 2007 11:02 am
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Alas, no cake. Nearly a week has lapsed since my birthday and all I received was a fat shining pile of turkey meat. My Mom, no doubt consumed with guilt at her inadequate motherhood, tried to push the meat into some semblance of cake and actually served this sham to me with a weak smile. Happy Birthday,she sang.

I met not her gaze.

I did consume this "cake", dear friends. But only barely. It took me a full five seconds instead of my usual two to eat the thing. It's a wonder I could get it down. And now I retire with my teddy to contemplate the deficiencies of my Mother. As I lay here, on my back, sighing deeply, I notice my Dad's mouth is twitching. It must be some sort of fit he's having. Poor man, he has those often. Lupe has come to console me, my little loyal Mexican flower. My Mother's eyes seem to be stuck in the top of her head for some reason, they keep rolling up there. Strange woman. She should get that checked out.


I'm four years old! Where's my damn cake.

August 28th 2007 5:53 am
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Monday Aug. 27th was my 4th birthday. And, a conspicuous lack of cake, I might add. My Mom brought me a doggie "candy bar" which was fine. She made me share with Lupe, which was not fine. I heard her say something about pie, but she only baked a human one. What gives? I'm sending guilt rays at mom until she gives in.....


Napoleonic complex

May 23rd 2007 7:57 am
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Last weekend I was walking on a trail with family and friends when I spotted a Rottweiler being walked in the distance. Before my dad could hold onto my leash, I broke away, tearing down the path in order to heroically defend my family from certain death.

No one told me Rottweilers are actually very big close up.

I confess I did slow my assault once I got closer. But, I had clearly paralyzed my opponent in fear. He stood staring down at my brave assault. His owner was laughing, though. Hmm. Must be because he was relieved I didn't take down his poor dog.

My dad came running up behind me. He seemed distressed. So I told him it was okay, the Rottweiler would be allowed to live.

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