Sex: Female Weight: 11-25 lbs
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April 10th 1999
Being told no
Crawl, Dead Dog
Saved from icky breeder
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|March 9th 2007
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June 4th 2007 10:32 am
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I have been Tagged by Angel Sassy for yet another round of this fun Dogster game....
You may ask why are you here in my diary and what should you do, well here's the rules for this fun new game of "Get to Know You"!
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!
HERE ARE MY 7 ANGEL FACTS:
1. My favorite spot to sleep was on the back of the couch in the sun.
2. When my people would ask if I wanted breakfast or dinner I would bounce, and bark, and jump, and freak out till I got fed.
3. I always would get super excited when I heard popcorn in the microwave.
4. I loved to ride in the front seat of the car or right on the front of the boat with my ears in the wind.
5. I though the vacuum cleaner was a monster that I could bark at and try to kill.
6. I like to cuddle with mom or dad and I loved to squish my little sister.
7. I would outside and do a really small pee just so I could get a treat.
I HAVE CHOSEN TO TAG THE 7 AMAZING ANGEL PUPS BELOW:
March 26th 2007 1:53 am
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TNT's Princess Josephine DD (DD stands for devil dog) or Joey as we liked to call her. She had a little black dot on each side of her head and that is where we said her horns came out of. When she was a tiny little pup she drew blood on her mom about 3 times. Mom would try to dig a rock, a sock or some other random thing out of her mouth and Joey would bite down and draw blood on mom.
Joey was a car dog!! She first learned to be a car dog before we had Tori we would let her ride in the car sans kennel. When dad got a big Dodge truck she thought she was so cool riding in the passenger seat with her paws on the front dash looking out. She took a few trips to the dump with Dad in a stinky old green truck.
Joey was a housekeeper. She LOVED dirty laundry. She would steal dirty items (ahem undergarmets) from the top of the basket, off of the counter, or she would simply pull them though the holes of the basket. One time dad thought she was having a seizure upstairs he came up to find her dragging the basket across the bathroom floor! She would bury laundry all over. Under bed pillows, in and between couch cushions, in her kennel. We have had many a visitor pull an unmentionable out of their bedding or out of the couch. She kept the floor incredibly clean. Not a crumb to be found (a pretty common beagle trait). She tried to keep the carpet clean too but ended up riping up most of the berber carpet in our old home. It did have to be replaced before we moved. She ate insoles out of shoes, shoes themselves, the fur out of shoes. Anything on the floor was free game string, leaves, even found her munching on a sewing needle one time. She also thought she was a big help by taking out the trash. She would pull out tissues or other garbage and rip it to shreds. She loved to rip things up. Grandma when she was little would babysit and leave her in the kitchen with a pile of newspaper and come home to a good layer of shredded stuff all over. Joey just thought she was helping to prepare for paper mache. I would often come downstairs to find a pile of something on the dog bed shredded so much it was unrecognizeable. A bottle cap, a popsicle stick, a nail file (that took me a while to figure out) among many others.
Joey loved chicken, actually anthing poultry. One time dad was taking out the trash with a left over fried chicken breast on top. Joey had it in a flash and had the super death clench of the teeth on it. Mom had to come pry open her mouth so dad could get it out. Then one Thanksgiving mom was bagging up left over turkey dropped it on the flood and all of the guests were diving on top of it and trying to get Joey away from it. We always said when Joey passed she would be going to the Foster Farms in the sky. Well I hope she has all the chicken she could ever want.
March 14th 2007 8:39 pm
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Well it began in June of 2000. My mommy and daddy came to pick me up from my home. I laid on mom's chest on the ride home and that is when I learned to be a cuddler. I walked into my new home and promptly poo'd on the floor (oops sorry). I weighed only 2.5 pounds mom and dad took me out to potty and saw a neighborhood cat crouching like it was going to snatch me, we didn't have a fence yet. Over the next year I went though different stages, I even had an ungly phase. My crate was one of my favorite places besides cuddling with mom and dad. I hung out with dad a lot since he was out of work.
In October of 2001 in walked my baby sister. At first she was very scared hiding under the table. She loved to lay around with me by the fire and on the couch I would always squish her by laying my head on her. Over the years I learned to love her even though I am a human and not a dog. I only played with her once in a while. My mom and dad would say I was a good dog but I did like to get into stuff a lot. I have eaten tupperware, boxes of dry food such as macaroni, flour, I have torn up carpet, socks, shredded newspaper, puppy pads, and many many other things. My parents swear I could speak english and that I understood everything they said. I had a bit of a vengful side when dad would kick me out of the room while wraping presents (i was getting into stuff) I ripped up carpet and peed on the floor. One time mom and dad gave me a bath then when they went to sleep I walked up on dads chest and peed on him (but I am so cute he can barely yell at me hehe).
Just after I was two I had this funny thing happen it ended up being seizure whatever that is. I was put on phenobarb and it helped and only had a few throughout the years. I knew many many tricks sit, lay down, crawl, roll over, play dead, and shake mom couldn't think of anything else to teach me. We moved quite a few times and I was very confused when we did but eventually would figure out that this was our house. I always have loved to go to doggy daycare they say that I act like I am the boss of everyone barking at them telling them they cant do this and that. At the park I would chase birds, and sometimes go in the water if it was really hot. My first boat ride on grandpas boat I was so hot I jumped off the boat onto the shore and into the water. From that time out I was a boat dog. We would later have a boat of our own and my favorite place on it was front paws on the front of the bow ears blowing in the wind. I was always a guard dog and you would surely know if I heard a sound or fobid someone was at the door I would go crazy.
Well in Sept of 2006 I started not feeling great. I was throwing up every morning but still my spunky prancy self. One day I threw up a lot and was walking funny and stretching a lot and mom took me to the vet. They poked me and told mom I had pancreatitis. I had to stay the night it was pretty scary, I have only been away from home at daycare. When I got home I was really excited but no more puperoni for me and no more treats whatsoever. Over the next few months I would have small bouts of pancreatitis and have to stay at the vet for a day then go home fine. Tests oh the tests (endoscopy, xrays, ultrasounds, biopsies, blood tests) all were done and man I really hated going to the vet but the girls would always be nice to me and tell me how cute I was. Then one week I was crying in pain and all of the normal stuff didn't work I had to stay two days at the vet. I was ok for one day but still uncomfotable then the next day I was crying again. They gave me a shot to make me feel better and it didn't work. So mom and dad made the hardest decision they have ever made. I got to see my sissy, dad was holding me and mom was scratching my ears, then I fell asleep and I felt better again. I met with my grouchy cousin weiner dog and all of the happy dogs over the bridge. Mom and dad have been so sad but know that I am better now and that I was a very loved beagle. I had a very wonderful life and felt loved every single day. Lots and lots and lots of kisses. Joey
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