Parson Russell Terrier
Picture of Loki, a female Parson Russell Terrier

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Home:Columbia, MD  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Jaws, Trouble, Puppy, Wigglebutt

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:

August 30th 2006

Digging, exploring, playing in the backyard, stalking the outside cats, playing fetch, eating treats

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Favorite Toy:
squeaky toy, bouncy ball and my yummy bone

Favorite Food:
Cheese...mmmmm but I will settle for lots of treats (I know what the treat jar opening sounds like)

Favorite Walk:
Around the park

Best Tricks:
Sit, lay, stay, and crawl. Jump, tire, tunnel, here, and let's go. Bow, away, get on, get off,

Arrival Story:
It was a nice fall day (although I think it was a little cold) when my new mommy and daddy came to my old house. The breeder took me from my two brothers and gave me a quick wipe down so I would look oh so cute. They loved me instantly. Of course, who wouldn't have loved my cute little face - and I didn't even pee on them! We had a little bit of a ride home, but I slept most the way. I was soo happy to have a new home and my mommy and daddy were so happy to have me!

Forums Motto:
Mischevious Laughing Loki

The Last Forum I Posted In:
3 month old training!

I've Been On Dogster Since:
December 12th 2006 More than 10 years!

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Loki's Adventures

Sunbeam, Here!

April 20th 2009 2:01 pm
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The Spring Showers returned today. Poppa stayed home to keep me company for a while before leaving for work, so we had time to do puppy-poppa stuff. He told me that my story telling need work so, here I am, doin' homework on this oh so bark-tastic day-

How about a little less sarcasm Loki.

- on a day when I'd rather be out laying in the sun. Better?

Much. Go ahead with your story, people will be confused.

Anyhow, I've grown to join the ranks of sun worshipping puppies. The way it falls on my white fur, when the ground is dry, and the grass is short. Its almost as good as when I snuggle with momma on the couch. But not nearly as good as playing catch. Nor as good as chasing squirrels. Nothings as good as squirrel chasing mind you but I wanted to give you some perspective. Sun, momma, fetch, squirrels. Lots of other stuff in the middle and below Sun but you get the idea. Clothes. Clothes is on the very very bottom of the list.

But, one thing that makes sun worshipping very not good is when I'm inside and sunbeams come in through the front door. Then, the sun is only streaming on the hard floor and no where near my beds or any of my rugs. I don't like laying on the hard floor. Its too cold and my boney parts don't have any cushioning. Momma has been really good at bringing my bed too the sunbeam for me to lay on, but she doesn't always do it.

So what's a pup to do? That's right whine, whistle, and dig. Sunbeam has gotta learn that when I want it where I want it, its time to move your butt. Poppa was laughing at me the other weekend when he caught me - in my defense I was pretty tired at the time and not thinking right - trying to drag the sunbeam toward my bed by scratching at it with my front paws. I was doing my very best to say, "Sunbeam, Here!" Well, I don't know if they're slow, or stupid, or as obstinant as I am - but it kinda worked. Poppa bought my bed to sunbeam instead. Just as long as someone does what I want.



2009 Sucks

January 17th 2009 6:34 am
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Well, I'm back in the kennel. No private suite. No glass door for me to watch the people and spy on the other guests. Nope, I'm in a kennel, in a wall of kennels, across from another wall of kennels, at the V-E-T with an e-collar, and my leg in a cast and ...

Yeah, I know momma and poppa miss me while they're off visiting family, but I really thought that I'd be able to use my puppy dog eyes on them this time around and stay with them instead of being stuck here.

The good news is that my LP surgery went fairly well. I'm a lot more mobile (actually that's bad news since I'm in a kennel the whole weekend) than I was when I had my right knee operated on. I was sleeping a LOT this time around too, which made things easier on the momma and popster.

They're hoping that I'll have a quick recovery as CAMPING SEASON is right around the corner! I think this year I'm going to bite those BIG brown dogs at the beach. Momma says I slept through meeting them last year, and of course you've all seen the picture of me nose to nose with them my first year camping.

Am I rambling? HA! Its a JRT thing. Deal! hahahaha

Barks at ya pups. I hope those of you who have snow are enjoying (I hate you for it). J/K

No really.


Meeting Elvis

January 5th 2009 10:57 am
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Some of you may know that I'm not the friendliest pup of litter. I've had a couple of tussles, and a few "caution stickers," and a vet bill attached to my profile over the years. My current training is concentrating on refocusing my attention away from dogs and onto momma & pops. But that doesn't stop them from hoping that I'll have a positive relationship with other dogs someday.

Well, yesterday they introduced me to my new cousin puppy Elvis, a mini-dachshound. We met on his front lawn. Poppa had me and Elvis was held by his owner. We met nose to nose and ... snarl-lunge-snap

Well, lets just say that I was loose-leashed only enough for poppa to have immediate control of pulling me back. No more Elvis, no more play date, no worries there as far as I'm concerned. Who needs other dogs anyhow.

I overheard poppa and momma on the car ride home. They were mostly disappointed in themselves for not staging the meeting better. Poppa didn't do a good job at refocusing me and they should have asked Elvis's first greeting to be shorter - probably only instantanious.

At least I didn't try to take his fool head off as soon as I saw him. What do they expect of me anyhow.

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