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Likes: Naps, Playing, Naps, Running, Naps, Treats, Naps, Ear Scritches, Naps, Playtime, Naps, Walks, Naps, Obnoxiously Loud Squeaky Toys, Naps, The Food Network, Naps, Belly Rubs, Naps and umm... Naps.
Pet-Peeves: When mom won't let me explore every ditch, sewer grate, drainage pipe and hole in the ground with my needle nose. (Okay, so I did fall in one time.) I also did not like trying to potty in 3 feet of snow. By bottom got cold.
Favorite Toy: Anything that squeaks, grunts, toots and is loud, Loud, LOUD!
Favorite Food: If it fits in my mouth and it isn't going to eat me first, I like it!
Favorite Walk: Between the food bowl and the couch.
Best Tricks: Outsmarting mom. I'm also excellent at "Sit" and "Not Stay."
Arrival Story: I met my mom on May 28, 2006. I'd met other people and she'd met other greyhounds, but it was love at first sight for us! She thought she wanted a petit, solid colored, male greyhound... I showed her how much fun a big, brindle girl is! Heeheehee!
Bio: I used to race on a racetrack with lots of other greyhounds in Arizona. I love to run, but I really just wanted to play with the other dogs instead. I tried and tried to go fast, but I always lost. When Colorado Greyhound Adoption got me, I was malnourished, 30 pounds underweight, and very, very sick from eating sand. I had to go to the hospital and get operated on. I had to take lots of pills and get poked with big needles. I was a very sad girl. My guardian angels were my foster moms. They cleaned up after me when I got sick. They didn't even get mad at me for making big, stinky messes all over their house and car when I had tummy problems. They showed me that life isn't such a sad, scary place. They introduced me to my heart mom and now I am happy in my forever home. I finally won!
Forums Motto: You gonna eat that?
How I got my name: Everybody want to know how I got my name so I gonna add this to my profile. My racing name was Just Az Carefree, and I went by Carefree. I didn't mind it, but when mom brought me to my forever home she explained that Carefree was a type of maxi pad. I was horrified! I did not want to be named after a maxi pad!!! So we took a vote and changed it to Coffee. It's kinda close so I didn't have trouble learning my new name, but it didn't sound like a feminine hygiene product. I like being Coffee much better.
With a nod to my pal Ella (http://www.dogster.com/dogs/710533) my mom had a poop bag issue today too. It was kinda the opposite of Ella's mom's problem though.
My mom finds poop bags everywhere. In her purse, in her pockets, in her car, in her jacket, in her washing machine (VERY clean poop bags!), in random drawers at home, in her wallet, etc. We are never unprepared!
But today she was at work and had to give a presentation. And what fell out of her file folder... that's right. One of my poop bags. Right on the conference table next to her boss.
She had to assure her boss that the presence of poop bag was in no way indicative of the content of her presentation.
- 1 morning stroll around the neighborhood with mom
- 1 giant poo
- 2 piddles
- 8 forty-five mile per hour zoomies around the back yard
- 1 pile of squirrel poo sniffed
- 1 antler torn off Mr. Moose
- 5 seconds of SIT
- 10 seconds of STAY
- .00006 seconds of chowing down on BREAKFAST!
- 3 mouthfuls of kibble carefully transported and sprinkled
about the living room rug (Coffee = Kibble Fairy)
- 1 early morning nap in the bedroom
- 3 crotches sniffed (all human)
- 4 butts sniffed (three human, one Rottweiler.)
- 15 gallons of snot and drool efficiently deposited on
mom’s pants leg via big sneeze
- 1 loud through-the-fence difference of opinion with the
beagle next door
- 1 mid morning nap in my crate after excessive nesting to
make sure the blankets are situated …jussstt… riiight
- 1 staring contest with a squirrel (I won)
- 1 failed attempt to swipe a bite of mom’s grilled cheese
sandwich for lunch
- 1 early afternoon nap in the office
- 14 trips to the dining room window to examine the
neighborhood activities
- 2 cats spotted
- 4 kids spotted
- 1 adult spotted
- 6 cars spotted
- 1 blowing plastic bag mistaken for a rabbit
- 1 mid afternoon nap in the family room
- 1 peanut butter Kong efficiently destuffed
- 1 tour around the house to make absolutely 100% certain
that mom left the premises while I was distracted by the Kong
- 3 stuffies relocated from the bedroom to the dining room
- 1 stuffie relocated from the living room to the office
- 1 Food Network show watched (Bobby Flay. I love grillin!)
- 1 nap on the dining room floor
- 1 Kong (empty) relocated from the dining room to the
hallway
- 425,369,126.3 tail wags when mom gets home
- 1 late afternoon nap in the bedroom
- 1 patrol of backyard perimeter on the lookout for critters
- 3 zoomies done just to rile up the bark-y Labradors next
door
- 2 poos
- 4 piddles
- 15 agonizing minutes watching mom eat dinner while I wait
for her to finish and get to MY dinner
- 3 excruciating minutes waiting for mom to prepare my dinner
- 11 unbearable seconds of SIT
- 18 horrible never ending seconds of STAY
- .025 blissful seconds of chowing down on my DINNER!
- 34 seconds spent licking the empty bowl
- 1 giant burp right in mom’s face to let her know I love
her very much
- 1 early evening nap in the family room while mom watches
something called a “political convention” (I think it must be a show
about foghorns or something)
- 1 stroll to the mailbox with mom to get the mail (Nothing
for me. Bills for mom.)
- 1 last patrol around the yard before bedtime
- 1 piddle before bedtime
- 1 moth gobbled
- 1 partially digested moth hacked up on the carpet
Yesterday I got to go visit my friend Paula. She is very nice, but
leads a sad, sorry life – she does not have a dog. How does she survive?! All she gots is
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