Nicknames: Hollywood, Zippy, Blondie, Buddy Boy, Beautiful Boy, Second of the Triad, Second of the Tetrad, 7 of 9
Gotcha Date: March 31st 2001
Birthday: June 1st 2000
Likes: Miss Kiki, Dad, Duncan, Daycare and Agility
Pet-Peeves: Mean people, Doolin, being messed with when napping.
Favorite Toy: Anything with a squeeky & his laser pointer
Favorite Food: Anything Dad is eating
Favorite Walk: Any mountain trail or open field
Best Tricks: Patty cake, high ten, being adorable
Arrival Story: Petfinder.com!!!!! Duffy came to us in NH from a wonderful private rescue outside of Dallas, TX. We were checked out extensively before he was sent to us and he has been one of our greatest joys since we picked him up at the airport.
We made up a breed name for him after being asked what he was over and over again. He is now listed in all his agility meets as an "Irish Cream Terrier". There is no such breed, but people want to know where they can get one. He's "Irish" because of his name, "Cream" because of his color and "Terrier" obviously. We never get tired of telling people all about him when they ask. Duffy is one of a kind, smart, sweet, gorgeous, and funny. I guess it's his "breed standard"
Bio: We were informed that Duffy was not so interested in learning and may be a "special case". He has passed his CGC and is now competing at the Masters level of agility. He is so smart and just needed the chance to show it. More than anything he is his dad's best friend.
So, today is my barkday, sort of... Mom picked today because they adopted me in March and I was around 9 or 10 months old. I spent the day doing what I love, playing with my dad. We ran agility and I rocked. I'm not liking dark tunnels much anymore, since my eyes are starting to fade, but I still kick major heiny on the big open courses. Dad said I'm not allowed to get old, but I don't think I can help him with that. My knees are still good and I look like a puppy, but I'm getting grumpy and spend more time in my closet (if that is even possible) BOL!!!
So, all is well here. Duncan turns 14 this week too and us old dogs are sticking together. We have to keep the youngsters in line, don'tcha know!
So, yesterday was my Gotcha Day and mom and dad let me go to Easter dinner in York at my aunts house. They brought Devin too, but I just ignored that little fact. We were very well behaved and except for trying to make sure the ham was cooked right by nosing up on the counter, I really did use my manners. We had to go in the crate while the hoomans ate, but I was nice to Devin and didn't try to eat him. After we were able to visit at the table with the hoomans and even took a long walk around the village. It was very special since the other 4 had to stay home! I'm really more of a small pack dog, and by "small pack", I mean me and Duncan! BOL
I'm doing fine now, my chest has healed up and Deacon and I are getting along alright, as long as he has his "nose" on, which keeps him from biting any of us. We even posed for our Christmas card together. I'm getting older, but my knee is doing great and I'm still kicking butt on the agility courses. Dad is in heaven when we run together. Hopefully we can have an incident free year.
Well, that's about all the news that's fit to print.
Hey pups! I'm a Dogster Diary Pick of the Day!!! That is so cool since I'm confined to my closet still, but I can post on my tablet if I need to. My convalescing is going well and dad carries me down the stairs and out into the yard to do my business and I'm always on leash so I can't dart out with the pack, but that's only for a few months and then I'll be right as rain! So exciting to be a pick. I feel a bit Lexyish again...