Age: 22 Years Sex: Male
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Barkie, NeuroDog, Hey Baby
Playing Ball, Playing Frisbee, Playing Rock, Playing Playing Playing
The Vacuum Cleaner!!! That beast must be hurting mom and he is more than willing to tear it appart. Baths!!! He can tell it's coming a mile away. He also doesn't like to be Ranger's chew toy
Anything that you can throw...and throw again...and throw again
He has anxiety attacks on walks-afraid of storm drains, manhole covers, and anything else that looks like a hole
sit up, roll over, fetch, sing, bouncing stuff off the trampoline
Sparkie showed up in our back yard after a 4th of July. I posted signs and walked him all over trying to find his owner. Ihad given up hope (happily) and resigned myself to keeping him (bummer) when someone stopped me on the street and said that I had their 'Snoops' and they had been looking for him all over. Well, I sorrowfully gave him up and requested reimbursement for the vet bills. In tears, I headed home but before I got there, the woman had some sort of change of heart and brought him back. He's been mine ever since!!!
Sparkie is a great dog and will play until he collapses. He's 10 now, but still thinks that he's a young dog. He doesn't like to play Sheep/Wolf with Ranger for very long, but will play frisbee or ball endlessly.
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|June 16th 2004
||More than 10 years!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
January 5th 2007 11:01 pm
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My health has been declining over the past few months. I am no longer a young pup, and I am feeling my age. My favorite place is under the kitchen table-it's kind of like a cave and I feel safest with my mom, or in my cave. My mom is really sad when she looks in my eyes and I don't know how to tell her that I'll be waiting for her with all of the rest of our friends who have gone over the Rainbow Bridge.
I'm having trouble breathing and I can't eat. I'm not even scared of the ol' dirt sucker any more...it can't hurt me now. No longer can I get up. The frisbee doesn't spark my interest. I just want mom to pet me and hold me.
No longer can I drink now. Mom took me to the vet. We had to see a new one-when she called the one that we've been going to since she was a kid, they couldn't get her in, even for an emergency, for days. Guess mom felt that I didn't have days. The new vet is GREAT. But she can't help me. I have a mass in my stomach and one in my lungs. I'm too old to go through chemo and surgery. They have pumped me full of fluids-I have a hump like a camel, and some medicine to make me more comfortable.
Mom is crying now, the medicine hasn't helped. I am so dryed up that my tongue is wrinkled and I look at mom pleadingly: it's time for you to help me go! We go back to the lady vet and she cries along with Mom. Mom holds me on her laps and tells me how much she loves me and she will miss me a lot. And that I should wait for her there, in a better place where I won't hurt anymore and I can run and play again, with the Mokester and the old Man Dog. Then I look at Mom and slowly drift away...over the Rainbow Bridge.
January 1st 2005 2:27 pm
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We got to go to grandmas house. Ranger thought the best part was the snow, but I can never find a place to go in the snow....it's too cold and I'm no spring chicken anymore. Nope, the best part at Grandma's is she always has good treats...you know the kind that you don't get at home cause they give you 'gas'...and she usually gives me more than the brat because I can take them without touching her with my teach. Dork dog, the wonder brat has such a long nose and he gets excited and forgets and she doesn't like that. So she calls him 'BAD DOG' and won't give him anymore and she calls me 'GOOD BOY' and I get another one.
I tried to play ball with them out in the white stuff, but every time I caught the ball, it fell apart. When I play ball, I want to catch it and bring it back and catch it and bring it back and catch it and ...........
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