Leave a bone for Yvie Nicknames: Yvette, Bare-butt, White Lightning, quackers, Yves, Yvers, Yvie Beavey, Beavers, Beaves, Baby Girl, Beep Beep, Beeps Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-purebred
-pound dog
Birthday: October 21st 2006 Likes: She likes to jump, chew on nylabones, play play play, wrestle with George and play fetch with a frisbee Pet-Peeves: When Georgie knocks her over or she's forced to go outside when it's cold, or when George sits on her or punches her in the face Favorite Toy: Nylabone, squeaky snake, paper, boxes, anything George has, fingers, squeaky toys, frisbees Favorite Food: Her Wellness Core Ocean kibble. Veggies, people food. She'll eat anything but pineapple upsets her tummy Favorite Walk: Our morning walk through the neighborhood. Petsmart and Chuck and Don's, too, of course Best Tricks: Jumping! Sitting, pawing, sitting up and we're slowly working on Down Arrival Story: Yvie was surrendered to the shelter where my sister works (under the name Boo) because her previous owner (who had her for a week) didn't realize how much work a puppy would be. Also, she cried a lot when left alone, and she lived in an apartment. So she brought her to the shelter, and my sister saw her and brought her home the next day (after we knew she was a healthy, happy puppy) Bio: Yvie is full of sass. She rules the house with an iron paw, and makes snarky burbling noises all the time. But she loves to cuddle and gives so many kisses sometimes you have to run away!
All she wants to do is play play play, and if she can't entice George, then she'll come looking for you.
She fits into our family like she was born there. Forums Motto: Beavers and Ducks! The Groups I'm In: "DOGSTERHOLICS", 4 Ever Frenchies, DAA: Dogsters with Aggression, Fantabulous Frenchies, Frenchie, Holistixperience!, TwinCitiesDogs The Last Forum I Posted In: The ADOPT 09 STROLL and CONTEST is here!
A Good Quote: "There was a boy with skin as dark as the earth & a girl with eyes as blue as the deep & they loved each other so well that people could not tell them apart, for in their hearts, there was no difference between them. "
About Me: I am not a pig. I am not a pug.
My ears haven't been cropped, my tail hasn't been docked.
I didn't run into a wall or get hit in the face with a fry pan.
I do not bite - but my owner is another matter altogether.
That noise is how I breathe - I am not growling at your child.
I'm not so ugly I'm almost cute - and anyone who would say that is so stupid they're almost smart.
I AM A RESCUE FRENCH BULLDOG and I am perfect in everyway.
Hi all -
As i'm sure you've noticed, we haven't been around much lately. Mommy's work blocked Dogster on their computers so she can no longer update our pages or diaries on her lunch break, which leaves her very little time to come to dogster at all.
Also she's started a blog and that takes up a lot of time.
And even though it's a blog about writing, she lets me write a blog post every Friday - isn't that great?!
So if you're looking for me or Mommy (or even George or Tula) come check out Mommy's blog at http://falenformulatesfiction.blogspot.com/
Things have been OK lately. We went on vacation. It was pretty fun. I didn't get to go on the boat at all. The weather was kind of rainy so even Mom and stuff didn't go on the boat that much.
Instead everyone stayed inside and played a lot of games and watched movies. Tula hung out with Penny and they got in a lot of trouble (they even ate a whole bag of Penny's dog food - can you believe that?!) while I hung around with cranky old George.
Anyway, I've decided I like Tula a little more. Sometimes she can be fun to wrestle with. I try to teach her how to wrestle correctly (you know, on your back) but she tries to use her paws which makes me MAD. Especially since she's some sort of giant freak with HUGE paws. No thanks, I don't want those hammers on me.
Also sometimes, if I'm feeling real generous, I'll chase her around the yard a bit, after we've done some wrestling that is.
I got stung by a bee. AGAIN.
That's right - can you believe that? It's like the summer of stings or something.
We had just taken a walk and I was sitting on Mom's lap when she noticed I had a red bump on my foot. She looked closer and saw that I still had a stinger in it!
She tried to get it out herself, but it kind of hurt so I wouldn't sit still. She had to call Anne over and they managed to get it out then. It felt a lot better after that. But now it doesn't seem to be healing. It's like I still have this pink bump on my foot and it's been over a week for sure!
But it doesn't hurt any more so I suppose it's OK then.
At least my face didn't swell up again.
So the other morning I was in the office room with Mom and Anne and I went to go sit at Anne's feet when I saw something on the floor. Being my normally curious self I decided I should eat it.
But then it bit me back and I jumped away!
Anne looked down to see what was going on when she what it was that had attacked me.
"It's a bee!" she said and grabbed me away.
Can you believe a bee was just sitting on the floor waiting to get me like that?
It appeared to be injured because it didn't fly away or anything so Mom grabbed a piece of newspaper and managed to scoop it up and throw it outside, over the fence.
George, of course, being a boy, thought the bee was a great thing and kept sticking his foot out through the fence to try and drag the bee back. He kept doing that until Mom finally yelled at him.
But that's not where this story ends...
A few weeks later, my face was itching me pretty bad and I kept rubbing it on the couch. Mom just thought I was being silly. So when it was time to go to bed she brought me to Anne who gave me a kiss on the face. Anne said "you have a really pink face tonight" and Mom laughed and then brought me to the bed. But when she set me down and started looking at me closely she noticed that my face WAS really pink... in fact it was pink and swollen! My beautiful nose wrinkle looked like some sort of sausage rolled over my nose, and my beautiful cheeks were puffy and thick!
Mom called the ER vet and then off we went. Once there they gave me a shot until my swelling went down and then we went home. They said it was most likely a bee sting.
Can you believe that?!
Do you think it's possible that that nasty bee somehow got me back from bee heaven or wherever bees go?
The next 2 days I was sick to my stomach from those nasty stings, and I couldn't keep any of my food down, not even my bedtime carrot. But finally I was back to my normal self.
I hate bees.
