Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
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Garbage, going out on his own, and car rides
Tick removals, toe nails clipped
We went this park that we dubbed Pater Place... don't really remember the actual name
Going out by himself and coming back on his own.
A friend of the families new a woman who was going to put her 7 year old dog to sleep because she was moving and couldn't find a home for it. At that time we were looking for a dog and the friend called and told us the situation. We went and looked at him and my mother fell in love with him. He was our first dog and I guess it was a good thing he was an older dog, cause we got a crash course in dog owning. He was really cute and independent, but he would whine in the car, begged like crazy, possessive and territorial and bit people. I guess you could say not very well disciplined. But, we rolled up our sleeves read every dog book we could get our hands on and made him our first canine family member. We had him a good seven years and were able to curb his biting and possessiveness, but when he got sick it came back at full force. Medicating him became dangerous for us and without the meds he was uncomfortable. So we made the difficult choice to put him down. It is because of him that I have become such an informed dog owner. He will always be in our hearts.
Easy to teach eager to learn.
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|March 7th 2007
||More than 9 years!
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Treat me kindly my beloved friend,
for no heart in all the world
is more grateful than the heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with punishment,
for though I would lick your hand between blows,
your patience and understanding will
more quickly teach me the things
you would have me learn.
Speak to me often, for your voice
is the worlds sweetest music,
as you must know by the fierce wagging
of my tail when your footsteps fall upon
my waiting ears.
Please take me inside when it is cold and wet,
for I am domesticated animal,
no longer accustomed to bitter elements.
I ask no greater glory than the privilege
of sitting by your side, day or night.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water,
for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed me clean food that I may stay well,
to romp and play, and do your bidding,
to walk by your side, and stand ready willing
and able to protect you with my life,
should your life be in danger.
Finally my dearest friend, when I am very old,
and it is evident to you that I am no longer
able to enjoy good health, hearing, and sight,
do not feel that you have to make any heroic efforts
to keep me going. I am not having any fun.
Please see that my trusting life is taken gently.
I shall leave this life knowing, with the last breath I draw,
that my fate was always safest in your loving hands.
--By Beth Norman
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