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Age: 5 Years Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
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Leave a bone for Tucker
Nicknames:
Tucks, Big Boy, Tank, Fatty,
Doggie Dynamics:
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Quick Bio:
Likes:
Daddy! food, Ruby, cuddles, mud, the ladies, making trouble, chewing, water!
Pet-Peeves:
Ruby, gentle leader, being told no, not being able to give kisses, not sitting on your lap,
Favorite Toy:
Kongs
Favorite Food:
anything you have,
Favorite Walk:
downtown, in the backyard, around the neighbourhood, anywhere with people really
Best Tricks:
He can sit, lay down, jump up and give paw. If he sees his leash, he tries to loop himself through it hoping we'll take him for a walk.
Arrival Story:
Ruby needed someone to play with. We went looking for Olde Victorian Bulldogges and we found a breeder online. They lived about 8 hours away so we met half way in Toronto. Ruby and him have been best buds from the minute they met.
Bio:
He's actually an Olde Victorian Bulldogge. They are bigger than English Bulldogs and they are more active. He wants to eat anything and everything. This includes magazines and cameras. He rolls in the mud everytime he can. He snores and snorts a lot. His snorts tend to show his emotions. Sometimes people and other dogs think he's growling at them but it's really just his breathing. He is such a lover. He's all over everybody and every dog.
The Groups I'm In:
~*ChEf TuCkEr'S cAfE*~
I've Been On Dogster Since:
| July 19th 2004 |
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More than 5 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
50454
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November 13th 2004 9:12 am
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For those of you who don't know where the dog park is here in Windsor, here's a map: http://www.mapquest.com/maps/map.adp?country=US&countryid=US &addtohistory=&searchtab=address&searchtype=address&address= 775+capitol+street&city=Windsor&state=ON&zipcode=&search=++S earch++
It's not exact, but you'll see Remington Park there and the fenced in dog area is in there.
November 11th 2004 4:42 pm
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About 2 weeks ago I started to not feel so good. I threw up my breakfast but mom and dad weren't worried because I sometimes do that. I was still playing and really excited that we were going to the park. I had fun at the park. I played in the leaves and tried to catch animals.
When we got home I started to not feel so good again. At 10pm I threw up again. This time a sock was in it. Uh oh! My mom and dad watched me close to see if I felt better and everything came up or not. An hour later I threw up a glove. My mom and dad still don't know where I got a glove from (I'll never tell!). I felt really, really sick and just layed around at mom's feet. I didn't even get up for food! Mom and dad took me to the vet. They said I had a fever and that I was getting an infection from the blockage. I got an X-ray to see if I had anything else stuck in me. They couldn't tell so I had to stay overnight and drink this funny stuff that made my poop white! They did lots of X-rays and said that I was ok. I'm glad.
When I was at the vet everyone played with me a lot. They would let me run around and when they put me back in my crate to let the other dog run around, I would cry until they gave me another turn. I didn't like the cat in the crate next to me very much. They finally moved her after we argued for a long time.
Mom and Dad were a little angry that it cost them $400 for my visit but are really, really happy I'm ok. Ruby was really happy when I got to come home the next day. It was also my daddy's birthday! I finished my pills for my infection yesterday. I still like socks a lot but my mom and dad watch me like a hawk so I can't sneak anymore...
September 21st 2004 3:33 pm
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I would like a toilet set for my height. That way I could drink from it instead of just licking Ruby's face after she does. I don't think I'm asking too much here.
We would be able to play with other dogs just fine if they would just realize that I'm in charge and I control all play. Nothing wrong there.
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