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Age: 5 Years Sex: Male Weight: 11-25 lbs
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Leave a bone for Wilbur
Nicknames:
The Trossinator,Tross, Wilbatross, Worthington, Monkey, Minkey, Weaties, Weats
Doggie Dynamics:
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Birthday:
July 31st 2006
Likes:
Playing soccer in the front yard
Pet-Peeves:
bugging his big Pug brother Berts
Favorite Toy:
His stuffed monkey
Favorite Food:
Dry doggie food...well everything really
Favorite Walk:
Everywhere
Best Tricks:
He sits, and he jumps in the air after his soccer ball
Arrival Story:
His daddy and I wanted to have a son that we can spoil rotten and since we were not married yet and will not be having any children for a couple years we decided to get our "Wittle Boston", Boston terriers are one of our favorite dogs. We plan on getting a frenchie soon a little sister for Wilbur to play with since his big bro Albert (pug) doesn't really play much...being that he is nine years old.
Bio:
Wilbur has this weird thing were he nurses on his stuffed monkey, we have tried taking it away but it does no good. He also has busted ears, normal Boston ears stand up but his just flop down ;p the doctor says it because his ears are too big for his head ;p, he loves to play with toys and has gone through all kinds of training like agility and advaned training classes ( all before he was 2).
Forums Motto:
I love to run and play!
The Groups I'm In:
Boston Terriers Unite!, Foster dogs need forever homes too!, San Francisco Bostons, San Francisco Frenchies, Willow Glen Boston Terriers
I've Been On Dogster Since:
| April 27th 2007 |
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More than 4 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
529314
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August 13th 2009 1:02 pm
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This is an poem to my tennis ball:
Dear Tennis Ball I love you so much, I love the excitment of the chase as I run through the grass to catch you. When I finally catch up to you the feel of the soft squishy green fabric between my teeth sends me to a soft warm place that I would love to stay in forever. Sometimes if I squeeze you hard enough you squeak, I love the way you are Tennis Ball and I would never change you.
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