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Age: 12 Years Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
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Leave a bone for Don Juan a.k.a Hans
Nicknames:
Hans, sweets, shortstack, hannie, fu-fi, juannie, hot stuff, pokie boy...the list goes on....
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Quick Bio:
Likes:
to eat and snuggle up with mom
Pet-Peeves:
getting wet & having paws touched
Favorite Toy:
Ali- the aligator, and a Green Turtle
Favorite Food:
chicken fried rice
Favorite Walk:
Golden Gate Park is only a block away, Hans is pretty spoiled with his walks.
Best Tricks:
sitting pretty- wait that's not a trick it's just what he does
Arrival Story:
I purchased Juan from a breeder in Lake County, where he was a sire. He was around many other pugs and I was happy to give him a home where he could be the prince that he is. He is currently my only pet, although I'd love another pug.
Bio:
Don Juan is a lover, not a fighter. He looooooves to eat and has this amazing talent to beg with his eyes; No one can resist the power of the eyes. He is saucy too, and will give you the "hairy eyeball" if you deserve it. He has a great personality, is a social butterfly and loves to be taken everywhere. If Juan could talk, he'd sound like Barry White. He is 14" tall and 27.3lbs of love. This thick pug is faster than you would think. He has been known to out run large dogs when needed. Although he is a mama's boy, he's not a sissy. He can be spotted shopping in Hayes Valley, at his mom's work in NOPA, or out and about lunching with friends. If you see him around town, be sure to say hi, blow a kiss or give a rub. "All Juanie, all the time!"
Forums Motto:
Love me, or leave me...
The Groups I'm In:
Pugapalooza
I've Been On Dogster Since:
| June 16th 2004 |
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More than 6 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
42870
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February 20th 2007 7:59 pm
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Yes, it's true- I AM an Art snob. I lean toward the urban, the raw, the gritty. It comes in many flavors- graffiti , skate, punk- and yes, even on canvas , film or in sculpture. To prove this snobbery, I have been hosting art shows at the gallery- also my lounge space. For some strange reason, my mom seems to think that she is doing most of the work- she's SO silly that way; why do the people come to the shows, anyway? No, it not because she invites them, it to visit me and see what is new on the art scene. Feel free to come visit me(yes, pugs are allowed). The next reception is Feb 24th 7-10pm. more info- check out the website www.frankeeuno.com/events...(I am also on the website, so be sure to check me out there too!) one-pug-love,peace
February 9th 2007 1:02 pm
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Ah Yes, it is the month of love. My favorite month of the year. After the end of last year, when mom went away to that crazy vegan meditation retreat and left me with my awesome master dog walker Gerry and my best pug Otis; Jan. was a month of rest and regrouping. Now, we are entering the year of pug love with Valentine's on the way.
For a handsome pug like me, Valentine's Day is like Christmas for the rest of the world. I am like Ol' Saint Nick, delivering love all around the world, only, I don't have a fancy slay, or animals driving me around. I have a mom, who speeds me through the city in her silver box, delivering me to all lacking that delicious pug love. Think of me, when you see those silly Cupid posters and cards all around.....
December 6th 2005 9:35 pm
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So, I had to have surgery. My eye was buggin' and some small tumor had to come from out of my eyelid. I hear on the streets it's common- but not for this pug mind you. I was so reluctant to go to the vet; I knew somethin' crazy was up because my mom had this sappy look in her eye. No, not that other crazy 'I love you song, eye'- but a I am about to 'lose you forever, maybe... eye'. I thought to myself, 'Don Juan, no way! I will not go in that office!'. As the people from the Indian Consolate sta-rrrrr-ed, I tried to be so reluctant, she would get embarassed and give up on the crazy idea of leaving me there for them to put me to sleep and then...attach a CONE!!!! AHHHHH! This must not be the first story of a parent wanting to completely embarass a dog- but I am not just a dog, not just a pug- but a mamma's boy...Don Juan...Lil' Juannie- Mr. Poco Hontis, damn it! It's not her fault, please excuse my french; she didn't know I don't DO cones. And, well, she is my mom; mom's can be embarassing at times, I guess- but this was a rare occasion where she must have needed to get crazy and put a cone on me. Why? I couldn't smell a damn thing all week- and well, it was Thanksgiving, when as you other dogs know, is a time we need to use that cute face to lure in innoncent by-standers to give us a nibble at the table.
Why didn't the vet schedule the cone off the day before Thanksgiving, and not the day after....I am not to sure of that lady- I demand to see her qualifications! But my mom wouldn't humor my demands. She just catered to my every need that week. Now she is always looking at me, examining that eye. I just want to scream, 'They ripped it out already! Leave my eye alone." But instead I am just giving her a loving look hoping she will give me an extra scoop of that chicken fried rice...
bye for now
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