Irish Terrier/Miniature Schnauzer
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Home:Cat Spring, TX  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 12 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Metrius, Meathead, Meter

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:
-mutt-pound dog-dog rescue

November 18th 2004

the first initial welcome home lunge into mommy's car after she's gone to pick daddy up from the airport

mommy taking daddy to the airport, people messing up his hair, and when his kitty friends don't want to play

Favorite Toy:
whatever Chaucer is playing with at the moment

Favorite Food:
Science Diet ... and Beggin' Strips!

Favorite Walk:
from the couch in front of the fireplace, through the woods, quickly through the sticker grass, into the pond next door, back through the mud, and right back onto the couch

Best Tricks:
making daddy stay home for at least 20 minutes longer than he should. and almost making him miss his flight with the most adorably pathetic pouty face ever

Arrival Story:
While my daddy's off bein' a Marine, and my mommy's at school and work, my mommy's mommy takes care of me and my brothers.

I'm part terrier, part schnauzer, a lot of love, and ALL Irish! My mommy & daddy found me at a place called CAPS in Houston. They were eyein' some other mut, but kept comin' back to me until they learned they just couldn't resist and took my home. I was actually a Christmas present form mommy to daddy for their very first Christmas, and my birthday is also coincidentally their anniversary. Hey, even more reason to grab a pint and celebrate!

Forums Motto:
the few, the proud, the Irish


I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 1st 2007 More than 10 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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My Life in Foster Care

Remember Our Troops

December 5th 2007 9:16 pm
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The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

'What are you doing?' I asked without fear,
'Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!'

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said 'Its really all right,

I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night.'

'It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl' on a day in December,'
Then he sighed, 'That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers.'

'My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.'

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
'I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.'

'I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..'

'Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.'
'So go back inside,' he said, 'harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right.'

'But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
Give you money,' I asked, 'or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son.'

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
'Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.

'For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.'

Please, Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. We ask that people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.

LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN
30th Naval Construction Regiment
OIC, Logistics Cell One
Al Taqqadum , Iraq


Daddy's trip home...

November 28th 2007 11:45 am
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Daddy came home for ten days over the Thanksgiving holiday, which, by the way, is my absolute most FAVORITEST holiday ever!
His plane landed on November 18th... yep, my birthday!
(and mommy and his anniversary!)
It was so wonderful-
he fed my turkey and shtuffing and treats,
he played and ran with me in the woods,
he let me sleep in mommy's bed with him,
and laid with me in front of the fireplace when it got cold,
and he even got me a camo hoodie jacket to match his!
But he had to go back to bein a Marine yesterday.
He probably won't be home again for at least eight months.
Now me and mommy are sad.
But we all had fun being together as a family!

(written for me by mommy... not mommy's mommy)


My Wish List ...

February 4th 2007 9:44 am
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These are the things I've told my foster mommy I want:

A background on my page.
Some great St. Patrick's Day images.
A video of me on my page for Daddy to see on St. Patrick's Day.
A new green sweater.
Some Irish music for my page.
And of course, some great pictures of me looking adorable!

She's promised to have it all done, so I'll just go lay on the couch and wait ... silently ... all alone ... and pouting.

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