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Leave a bone for Juju
Nicknames: Ju Two, Ju Squared, The Ju, JuBear, JuPo (short for Jupopotamus)
Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Quick Bio:
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Likes: She likes to roll in stinky things, eat stinky things, and bark...a lot.
Pet-Peeves: Doorbells, dogs walking by and not acknowledging her, high pitched children's voices.
Favorite Toy: Foster dog.
Favorite Food: What ISN'T Juju's favorite food?
Favorite Walk: On the beach.
Best Tricks: She can catch treats off her nose.
Arrival Story: The first week of January 2004 was a snowy one, classes cancelled, the whole city was practically shut down. Bored, I canvassed the online classifieds, looking for a dog. If I had a dog, I wouldn't be so bored in the snow, right? I found an ad for livestock guardians dogs, pyrenees mixes. Sent an email asking if they were just available as working dogs, or would they consider adopting out one as a companion dog. I was invited down to meet the dogs, rented a car and drove about 3 hours to fall in love with the cutest, fluffiest, filthiest puppy ever. She rode home in a laundry basket on the seat next to me.
Bio: Juju is a Pyrenees, Anatolian, Maremma, Polish tatra mix. She actually has papers, as she is a working dog, the first of her family to not lead a life on a farm. She is still a country girl at heart, never turning down an opportunity to run through the mud and splash in puddles. Her new best friends are Hobie and Foster Dog.
The Groups I'm In: 2 Dogs 2, Purely Pyrs
I've Been On Dogster Since:
This poem was written several years ago by a friend for her dog, Hazel. Hazel passed away this weekend. We share this poem in her memory.
Gaping Tenderness
The number four
Eases curbside,
Hiss, pop, valve
Flap doors open,
We flow in,
Doors close.
Driver nods at my bus pass,
Glances at my dog, no question,
Pulls out onto Division Street.
Facing the isle, the faces,
Gauntlet of strangers, we stumble
For a place to sit or stand.
She plants her rear between my legs
Ready for staggering stops and starts.
A dog on the bus, wearing cape,
Insignia for service.
Gushing glances skim her soft fur,
Hands hunger, arms twitch,
Wanting, blood runs warmer, in spots.
Unspoken stir, attention gathers, minds
Wake up wondering.
Is there something wrong with the woman?
Is she blind, deaf, epileptic? Concerned,
The front-seated move, offering their place.
"Can I pet your dog?" Shoulder tap, "M'am,
What kind of dog is she, what does she do?"
"Is she a service dog? Can I touch her?"
"I could never bring my dog on a bus."
"Mommy, look at how her eyebrows twitch."
Life rises, mingles, slips and leaks.
Story scatters throughout the vessel.
Revealing one mystery: dog,
to touch, you, and you, to touch.
Dog, god, dog poised to give it away.
Bared hearts flail in the isle.
Trembling muscles, four-chamber symphonies
Glistening, reflecting lament, out
Of chests caught gaping for tenderness.
The number four
Eases curbside,
Hiss, pop, valve
Flap doors open,
We flow out.
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