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Leave a bone for Opel Hefeweissen
Nicknames: Sweet-Sweet, Puppy!, Opie, Scooter, Op, Oh-Pee-Pee, Opie Kenopie, Boxhead
Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Quick Bio:
-purebred
Likes: Uninterrupted people attention.
Pet-Peeves: Not sure which she dislikes more, having her nails trimmed or Uwe (her sister). She also dislikes going out in the rain.
Favorite Toy: Fat Cat Cracklers - especially the Snacklers line.
Favorite Food: cheese and kielbasa
Favorite Walk: The park - plenty of other dogs to bark at and bicycles to chase.
Best Tricks: Playing dead - she'll do it on command but it's funniest when she rolls into her dead position when she's just trying to get attention.
Arrival Story: We did a little research on dog breeds and decided that a Mini Schnauzer would be a good fit for our home. We then found a breeder in CT that we liked and got Opel, the last black -n- silver female that they had available.
Bio: Opel passed her test to become a therapy dog on 04/22/2006.
Forums Motto: woof.
The Groups I'm In: Febreze® Pet Odor Eliminator™, Schnauzers Rule
I've Been On Dogster Since:
It appeared to be another ordinary tissue box. You know the kind. The upright ones that queue up the next tissue so that it waves out of the top of the box at you. The kind I'd love to get for once with tissues still in it. Unfortunately, my humans use all the tissues up before they let me have at the box. I watch as She pulls the plastic dispenser off the top of the box all the while yammering away at me about how I can't have the plastic because it's sooooo unsafe for me. Yeah, right, get on with it already, Lady! She finally hands me the box. I gingerly take it from Her and retreat to the living/dining room where I can shred in peace while She finishes washing dishes. I throw my new box up in the air and let it drop. Up in the air, drop! Up in the air, drop! I pick it up again and balance it on top of the heating unit, trying to get a good angle on it for the next toss. Now comes the embarassing part. It begins to slip off the heating unit and I rush to stop it from this unplanned fall. Well, those folks at Scotties must have changed the way they're making the box because the next thing I know the box is on my head ... literally ... on my head , ears and everything, right to my neck! What to do?! I whack it against the heating unit and try using my paws to hold the box down as I yank my head out ... no luck. I whack it against the heating unit again thinking I can break the box ... still no luck. Minutes go by and I can't pry the box off my head. I finally take a break, lying on my belly with the stupid box on my head, just outside the kitchen to ponder my options. She finally comes around the corner and sees me. I know I heard Her laugh when She saw me! She didn't run for the camera (surprise, surprise) but I know She thought about it and I know I heard Her laugh. Finally, She kneels down next to me and yanks the box from its bottom. Yeah, Lady, like I didn't think of that! Realizing the futility of that, She tears the top of the box at its opening and removes the box from my head. Now I've got to live down this stupid name, BoxHead.
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