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Belgian Shepherd Laekenois
Picture of Bob, a male Belgian Shepherd Laekenois

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Home:Sydney, Australia  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 13 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Bob

Mr B, Bobster, Bobdog, B, Boo, Booboo, Baby boy,Baby,Bebeh, Bobble,Bobbles and anything along those lines. I rarely get called 'Bob'

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

December 13th 2001

Tennis Balls, CHICKEN, and I like a nice muddy puddle :-P

Birds...I don't really like cats either... and possums, don't get me started on possums!

Favorite Toy:
Any tennis ball

Favorite Food:
Schmackos, and m0st human food, but sometimes they give me lettuce! Do they think Im stupid? I wouldnt go near lettuce with a ten-foot pole!

Favorite Walk:
Curl Curl beach

Best Tricks:
Play dead, high five, shake hands,stand up, stop, and the basics.

Arrival Story:
They got me from a breeder and they were almost about to get my brother, but they got ME!

My grandfather, Opium (Opium Van Kriekebos), won best of breed in the world in 1994 and 1995. I am a special boy!

Forums Motto:
If in doubt, worry.

I've Been On Dogster Since:
November 25th 2006 More than 8 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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A Bob's Life

My Apologies

January 14th 2009 5:50 pm
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Dear Diary,
I apologize, as I realise it has been a year or two since I last wrote. I have been very busy. Let me tell you some of the things I have done.
Most of this last year I have had many builders about my property. This displeases me. They spent all their time smashing things up and banging about with hammers, etc. I was incandescent with rage.
I was also very on edge and nervous, more so than usual. I do not appreciate the messing up of my routine.
I did see the changes to my house; I don't see the point, it all looks strange and smells odd. However, the strange and loud men are gone now and my routine is comfortable again.
I have also noticed recently that Mummy insists on washing my bed on a regular basis. It really irks me. When I get it back it smells funny and she never puts it back right, its always lumpy and uneven. It all makes me quite disgruntled.
It is very hot at the moment. I have had to de-fur one of my favourite tennis balls.


Oh dear....

December 2nd 2006 9:49 pm
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Okay, my owners think its good for me to have the occasional trip to the kennels to 'help me get over my seperation anxiety' (dont laugh, its a serious issue)
The kennels isnt that bad, I kinda like my trainer, but I would rather stay!

Another thing I am not looking forward to which is due soon...
The Shower.
I am not a very smelly dog, but the faintest wiff of a bad smell and Im in the shower.
A few weeks ago my owner told me I smelt like a dog.
Am I missing something or did she just state the obvious?
I managed to roll around In the flowerbed and mask my smell, but the shower is due soon!
Got to go now, as my owner has just finished an apple and is about to THROW THE CORE AWAY!!! What is this world coming to?


How Embarassing!

November 25th 2006 7:15 pm
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Dear Diary,
Please excuse me if my handwriting isn't perfect... i'm having a little trouble holding this pen.
Anyway, today I had the most traumatising experience. I was barking at the possums who live in the hedge near the pool, and just as I was turning around to bark from another angle, I slipped and fell in the pool. I was gripping the edge and luckily my head hadn't gone under. I was in the deep end and my mother was trying to get me to swim to the shallow end near the steps, but I knew I wouldn't be able to get that far. Whe she FINALLY got the picture, she came round to where I was and tried to get me out that way, but it wasn't working, so she lifted my out of the pool herself and ran away when I started shaking myself.
After I recovered from the shock I started to realise how embarassing the whole incedent was. Now I feel humiliated. I may never get over the trauma of this horrible eve- ooh, a tennis ball!

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