Oreo


Border Collie/Mixed Breed [See My DogsterPlus Photo Book]
Picture of Oreo, a female Border Collie/Mixed Breed

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"Hanging with Jimmy in the Recovery Hut"

Home:St. Augustine, FL  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 12 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs


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OMD a box for ME!!!!

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"OMD a box for ME!!!!"

Notice the beagle is attempting to pillage my loot

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"Notice the beagle is attempting to pillage my loot"

Me, waiting patiently for a cookie...notice the beagle is yelling in the background :-/

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"Me, waiting patiently for a cookie...notice the beagle is yelling in the background :-/"

Mama says this is probably for Snoopy

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"Mama says this is probably for Snoopy"

THANK YOU Secret Santa!!!  I love my gifts!!!

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"THANK YOU Secret Santa!!! I love my gifts!!!"

Hey everypup!!

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"Hey everypup!!"

Thanks Ellie Mae!!  its AWESOME!!!

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"Thanks Ellie Mae!! its AWESOME!!!"

hhmmmm what all

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"hhmmmm what all's in here"

Mama helping me open my NTB Secret Santa gift

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"Mama helping me open my NTB Secret Santa gift"

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Nicknames:
Wiggle Butt, Wigglies, black dog

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

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Quick Bio:
-mutt-dog rescue

Birthday:
March 1st 2002

Likes:
Chasing yard invading SQUIRRELS!!! and going to swim at the beach

Pet-Peeves:
Motorcycles!!!

Favorite Toy:
Anything Snoopy has in his mouth

Favorite Food:
HHHMMM...BACON!!!

Favorite Walk:
Woods or a good romp on the beach

Best Tricks:
sneezing on command

Arrival Story:
Well you see I was hiding out in an animal shelter till I saw this lady walk by...then I played the shy hard to get type and BAM it worked like a charm!!! She has been spoiling me ever since!!! All the greenies I can eat....dog walks everyday..they even put a bird feeder near where I lay so I can keep a close eye on it .....gotta keep the squirrels away from the bird food...IT'S MY JOB!!!

Bio:
I got a beagle brudder...he is pretty kewl...but being the beaghog that he is steals all MY thunder!!! NTB'S ROCK!!!

Forums Motto:
Adopt a fur-kid today!!

The Groups I'm In:
★PLANET PAWLLYWOOD★, .: Princess Pooches:., ♫ THE KIT KAT CLUB ♫ ®, ☞Snoop Dog Beagleys, Downtown Dogster, FANCYPANTS CAFE, mr.jeepers-benny's and teddy hangout place, Not The Beagle!, Pawsome Pages, Playful Pup Party Place, Trading Dog Goodies., ~~~*♥Dog Park USA♥*~~~

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Please Pray For Ellie Mae



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I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 15th 2007 More than 7 years!

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Dogster Id:
479917

for 2507 days


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Snoopy

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Thoughts From Oreo


I've been Christmas Tagged!!

December 8th 2007 5:55 am
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I've been tagged by my pal Sunshine!
It's a Christmas tag!!! This is what you have to do.
Write a letter to Santa Paws with 5 requests in your diary.
Then give whoever tagged you 5 bones or treats.
Then tag 5 more cats or dogs.

Dear Santa Paws,

I've been a very very good girl this year (despite what my beagle says...ignore him). I have kept all the yard invading squirrels that eat the bird seed at bay....I have been nice to my brudder Snoopy (no matter what he says...I have) and I haven't tried to eat ANYTHING off the Christmas Tree.

This year I would like:

1. A stuffed toy with a squeaky inside..don't be offended if I shread it!!
2. A flossie would be nice
3. Homes for all the furbabies livin in shelters
4. My Mama to stop workin so she can stay home and play with me
5. A nice new cuddle bed

 

Thanksgiving Tag

November 17th 2007 7:31 am
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Here are the rules:
Because it’s Thanksgiving time, there is a change to the rules. Each player needs to tell seven special things they are thankful for. Tagged dogs must post the rules in their diary and their 7 things. Then choose 7 pups to tag and list their names. Let them know by pawmail or rosette that they have been tagged and to read your diary for the instructions on how to play.

Seven Things I’m Thankful For:
1. I am thankful for my Mama and Daddy
2. I am thankful that Mama rescued me from a shelter
3. I am thankful for my brudder Snoopy
4. I am thankful for all my NTB pals
5. I am thankful to get to sleep anywhere I want in the house
6. I am thankful that I have a backyard to play in with squirrels to chase
7. I am thankful that I am surrounded by people who love and care for me

 

The Right Time

September 24th 2007 6:46 am
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BRIAN MCGRORY
Brown eyes of wisdom
By Brian McGrory, Globe Columnist | August 31, 2004

They should come with a warning label, these creatures. They should come
with a label that says you're going to fall hopelessly in love, only to
have your heart shattered before you could ever possibly prepare. And
then you face one of life's truly wrenching decisions.

Which is where I am now. Specifically, as I type these words I am on the
back deck of a rented house in Maine surrounded by fields and forest,
watching a sleeping golden retriever named Harry drift another day
closer to death.

He is gorgeous, this dog, with a gray face that shows the wisdom gained
from his 10 years on Earth and brown eyes that are the most thoughtful
I've ever seen. He is sprawled out on the wood, his blond fur damp from
his morning swim and his breathing labored from his disease.

And I ponder the question that has dominated my thought s for weeks: How
will I know when the time is right?

He arrived in my life nearly a decade ago on one of those storybook
Christmas season nights that is too good to ever forget. He was a gift
to my wife, and when she opened the box the tears that spilled down her
face were those of joy.

Women, of course, come and go, but dogs are forever, so when the
marriage
ended, Harry stayed with me. Since then, we've moved from Boston to
Washington, D.C., and back again, fetched maybe a quarter of a million
throws, walked, I would wager, over 10,000 miles together. He carried a
tennis ball in his mouth for most of them, convinced that anyone who saw
him would be duly impressed. And, judging by their reactions, he's
right.

Throughout, he has shown me sunrises and sunsets that I wouldn't
otherwise have seen. He has taught me that snow is a gift, that the
ocean
is there for swimming, that the coldest winter mornings a nd the hottest
summer days are never as bad as people say.

He has introduced me to people, kind people, whom I otherwise wouldn't
have met. He has forced me to take time every morning to contemplate the
day ahead. With his tail-swishing swagger, he has taught me to slow
down, to pause in an Esplanade field or on a Public Garden bench, the journey
being as good as the destination. The big ruse, which I think he figured
out years ago, was that all these walks were meant for him.

He has been an anchor in bad times, a ballast amid occasional
uncertainty, a dose of humility when things might be going a little too
well. He has been a sanctuary, a confidant, and an occasional excuse. He
regards it as his personal mission to make me laugh, whether by a
ritualistic dance over a pig's ear or a gushing lick to my face. He's
never once said the wrong thing, and it's impossible to be in a bad mood
around him.

All along, he lives by one simple mantra: Count me in. Anything I'm
doing, he wants to do as well, no leash or nagging required. At home, he
prefers to lie on the stoop of our condominium building, presiding over
the world around him.

His time, though, is fleeting, a fact that he's starting to understand.
In April, his lifelong veterinarian, Pam Bendock, blinked back tears as
she informed me that his stomach pains were caused by lymphoma. Several
rounds of chemotherapy failed to do what was hoped. Two weeks ago, I
stopped his treatments.

These days, he has lost 10 pounds or more and can't keep food inside. He
often wakes in the dark before dawn moaning softly in pain. But by
daybreak, he is urging me toward the beach or guiding me on another
walk,
ball in mouth, ready to fetch, albeit slowly.

Maybe I should be embarrassed to admit that a dog can change a man, but
I'm not. So as the clock winds out on a life well lived, I loo k back at
the lessons learned from this calm and dignified creature, lessons of
temperance, patience, and compassion that will guide us to the end.

And I look into those handsome brown eyes for the sign that the time has
come. He'll give it to me, when he's ready. And hard as it will be,
we'll both know the journey was better than we could have ever possibly hoped.

 
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