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Likes: cuddling with mama, rawhide chewies, going for rides in the car and watching cows
Pet-Peeves: mama going away for long times, listening to my brothers play without me, strange noises outside
Favorite Toy: My Wubba Bone and my bumper with the rope on it to play tugs with!
Favorite Food: anything mama's eating, if she'll give me a bite, especially cheese!!
Favorite Walk: in the big field by the house
Best Tricks: i show mama what i'm chewing on, if she asks, and i can open the door to my kennel and go in by myself.
Arrival Story: When my furless sister's dog died, she didn't know what to do with herself, so mama told her they would go find her a puppy. She asked around to see if anybody she worked with had puppies that needed homes so they wouldn't have to go to the shelter at all, and there was a litter at a friend's barn. That was me and my brothers and sisters! Sissy picked out one of my brothers and called him Tykir, then the friend's son carried me out of the barn. Mama took one look at me and melted. She picked me up and I fell asleep in her arms. She was trying to be fair, though, once she decided one of us was going with her, too, so she picked up another of my brothers. I put my head down on her foot, so she'd know i was still there. She got the idea pretty quick, and I went home with her, along with Tykir, and another one of my brothers, who was going with the young lady who rented a room from them. She called him Kadjii. Now we're all together and have a wonderful time!
Bio: Note from Morgan, Siri's mama: The first thing I thought when I saw that wise little face and those big, wide paws at 8 weeks old, was "he's gonna be huge!" I was right. At a little over a year old, he weighs in at 74 lbs. His brothers/littermates, Tykir and Kadjii, are around 50 lbs. We call them "the little guys" and we call him "the moose". :) He's my precious boy, and while I didn't intend to get a puppy, I'm certainly glad I did! The training goes slowly, because he's a very stubborn guy, but he's also very intelligent, and sometimes learns things I hadn't meant to teach him, such as bringing me back the brush he knocked out of my hand while playing 'bite the brush' during a grooming session.
Forums Motto: Too clever for Mom's own good! :)
The Groups I'm In: ♥All Fur Fun♥, D/C MAGIC, Dog Eared Book Club, Holistixperience!, The Whomping Willow
The Last Forum I Posted In: Lets Go Camping!!
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I went with Mom over to my littersister, She-Ra's, house, so Mom could pup-sit She and her furbro, Denali, the Husky/Collie mix while their Mom and Dad went to see their furless son and his wife for the weekend.
Denali growled at me when I got too close to his couch, even though MY Mom was sitting on it and I just wanted to get up there with her, like I usually do. He's gotten a lot grouchier than when I used to go over with Mom as a puppy. Anyway, I growled back and next thing Mom knew, it was on!! She happened to have a bottle of cold water in her hand and next thing we knew, she splashed us both in the face, which startled us so, we quit it and looked at her. She told us to knock it off and we both went and found a place to settle down. I don't know if I'll get to go over there with her next time, but if I know here, I will, cause she doesn't like to go places without me. She can just go in the computer room there and take me in with her, so Denali won't have anything to growl about.
I don't get it. First, we were moving and everybody else was staying here at the cottage. Now, they've gone, with all their stuff and we're staying there. This is just weird, but I like it. Just Mom, Sissy, and us pups and we have the run of the house, now. Mom still says we're going to go live at the Other Home, but we have to stay here a while, I guess.
Remember back a while ago, when Mom kept putting stuff in boxes and called it "moving"? Well, doesn't that mean we go live somewhere else?
Mom packed our stuff, or a lot of it, quite a while ago and took it somewhere else, but we're still living in that one room of the old house. I don't get it. We get in the car and go to the Other Home still, but we are supposed to stay there, eventually, aren't we? C'mon, Mom, what's up with that?
She's not saying, but I can see she's pretty frustrated about something called "certifying for occupancy" What kind of pants? I don't know what an "occu-pants" are, but I wish my uncle and auntie would hurry up and get some, so we can go live in our new home!
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