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Age: 11 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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StitchDog, Stitchy, StitchMonster

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

October 5th 2004

Food and Rabbits

Not getting to eat his human's food.

Favorite Toy:
Rabbits or his sister Daisy

Favorite Food:
Peanut Butter, Pop Corn, and Greenies

Favorite Walk:
Minnehaha Creek

Best Tricks:
Making diving catches of pop corn.

Arrival Story:
My husband and I were watching a dog show on TV and I fell in love with the beagle. After researching the breed and waiting a few years to buy a house, my husband came home with a name of a breeder ( Lisa from Riverbottom beagles). We went to her house and met the puppies she had available. She also has a web site that she posts pictures on. I well in love with the smallest male. He was so cute with the little stripe down his nose. I was hoping that since he was the runt of the litter, he would end up being a small dog. Nope, he just kept growing and growing. He is now pretty big for a beagle.

Forums Motto:
Give me the food! Give me the food!

I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 5th 2007 More than 8 years!

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Stitch's Life

June 18

June 18th 2007 10:24 am
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We went up north to visit my mom's parents this weekend and you should have seen all the rabbits! Every time I turned around, there was a new rabbit hopping around. My dad was super mean to me and I was kept tied to a post the most of the time. For some reason, he thinks a 30 foot tie-down gives me enough room to roam around. He did take me for a walk around the farm and I did get to smell a lot of rabbits. For some reason, he doesn't think I'll come back to him if I'm chasing rabbits, probably because its true. The bedroom I got to sleep in had a window that I got to look out of and watch for the rabbits. I didn't get to chase any though. I would be really mad, but I'm too tired and my throat is sore from all the howling I did.


April 12

April 12th 2007 1:38 pm
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Alright, this last weekend the baby had a birthday. I've had two of those and 8 gazillion people didn't show up for mine. Whats the deal? I got some dog bones and a birthday cake biscuit. And I had to share with Daisy. I didn't get any fancy wrapped gifts. Then, all those people ate food and I didn't get anything. I tried to share with the baby, but then I got yelled at. Maybe that kid should learn to share. Plus my birthday cake was tiny. How come the baby's was bigger than the baby? I did get to lick the cake when one of the grandpa's didn't understand what "cover me" means. That's what my parents say when they have to leave their food and need the other one to watch it. Then everyone was laughing and asking who was going to get "the dog piece." Here's a freakin' genious idea, how about giving the dog the "dog piece." Humans are so dumb.

Ps. Someone did eat my piece. Jerk.


March 20

March 20th 2007 8:47 am
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Life just isn't fair. Its not my fault I'm so big. Plus, why does the baby get all the good food? His food is warm and soft and colorful. Wouldn't you try to steal it if you could? Daisy tries to but she's to little to grab stuff off his highchair's tray. I'm not, so I get locked upstairs. I don't even think the baby wants his food. If he did, why does he throw most of it on the floor? I'm just helping him out. If I just eat it off the highchair, he doesn't have to do all that work. I'm just thinking of the baby.

It's been getting nice out. That means I need to be especially vigilant protecting the house. There are a lot of dogs that walk by my house and I need to let them know that I'm watching them. Those other dogs need to know that this house is taken and to keep away. I'm good at that. Since I'm a beagle, I sound a lot bigger than I am.


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