Age: 12 Years Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
|Home:Oklahoma City, OK ||[I have a diary!] |
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September 12th 2003
Playing tug or war and with my hand moving under the covers, hand fighting. Riding in the car.
Getting bathed. The vacuum, a lawnmower& birds in HIS yard.
Any puller toy. He also loves his balls . . . if he had any. He has been nutered but he does like his balls, tennnis balls that is.
Most anything and of course people food especially carrots. Loves bacon treats, pizza & of course ice cream..
Loves to display his selective hearing. but, sleeping is his very best trick, Likes to play "keep-a-way"
I went to our local animal shelter looking for a dog to rescue.
My friend Loretta, his aunt, named him Sherman. Her son in Honolulu has a Jack Russell named Kayla.
Sherman the Tank
The Last Forum I Posted In:
A SIDEWAYS GREETING !
1) Why does he hate to have me blow in his face but when in the car loves to stick his head out the window. 2) Why does he hate to get bathed but when it's raining outside you can't get him back inside the house? Oh, & he LOVES to kill cardboard!
Barks ferociously at children playing or the sight of other dogs. He seems to think that he is the ONLY approved dog living in the world.
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|May 21st 2007
||More than 8 years!
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August 22nd 2008 8:44 am
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Hello out there to all of you. I appologize for being so un-masterful of my comitment to you and Dogster. My master just hasn't been thinknig about Dogster these days.
Let's see . . . nothing much has changed in my little corner of the world. Oh, yes there is a change. My master sold our house andI lost my big back yard to play in. Too bad - so sad ! Now we are living in a small apartment in Mustang Oklahoma. I also have to lug him around three flights of stairs every day . . . . up and down, up and down. It's not the same any more when I have to outside and do my thing. BUT, the good news is that I've never seen so many dogs and people to bark at in my entire life. It's a target rich environment out here!!! I also have my very own balcony to rest in the sun and I can see forever. You'll never be able to sneak up on me, trust me on this one. If you want, you can look Mustang up in an atlas to scope it out. It's a small bedroom comunity just west of the Will Rogers Airport. Gee . . . we always seem to be glued to airports around the country.
Ohhh, he bought me some stuff that he lays on the floor of our second bedroom. I went over to it the first day just sniffed around. Then to show him just how I really felt about this stupid stuff I walk on it and peed right in the middle and guess what he did? He raved about how smart I was. Man, I don't get it. If I would have done this in our old house there would have been an explosion that you could have seen from a mile away. Man . . . humans, go figure.
Take care ya'll. I'll bark at ya again soon.
Sherman & Daddio
July 29th 2007 8:47 am
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A lot has happened since my last entey. I went into the doggie hospital with irritable bowel AND a sick Pancreas, what ever that is. I guess I have a sensitive tummy. It was just a day before my daddy was scheduled to go to Miami FL. on business for what humans call 10 days. I don't really know what a day is nor do I really have a sence of time. One day, one hour or one year means nothing to me. All I know is that I was really sick and I had a lot of strangers all around me along with that tube in my arm, err ahh . . . I mean leg. I did see some very cute little girl dogs that I wanted to meet but I was all tide up with these tubes coming out of me from all over me and different machines. Then they put me back into the kennel. It certainly wasn't like being home. I hope I don't have to go through that again. (neither does dad)
Then all of a sudden there was daddy. I felt better and daddy was there and then he took me home. So now everything is normal. Daddy is watching the Tour De France and all the riders coming in to Paris. Who cares about that when I can go outside and bark at all the neighbors . . . MUCH more fun then bicycling. But I guess because Team Discovery has done such a great job in "The Tour" this year, putting two bikers on the podium in this place called Paris, I'll concede this morning to the Yellow Jersy of cycling. Too bad Lance Armstrong is no longer competing. I sure would have had fun chasing him around france. I would have chased that dog away that got hit and never let him get out in front of the pelotone. That poor rider had his right Buttocks exposed the rest of that stage of the ride.
Right now it's in the morning and I'm lying down in the grass in my backyard sunning myself before it gets too hot in the afternoon. I'm just waiting for something to happen so I can jump up and bark.
Maybe I can find something yellow to I can bark at in homor of The Tour, . . . but then, I don't see in colors so I wouldn't know yellow from red, white or blue.
June 10th 2007 12:00 pm
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Well, I hate to admit it but my dad did follow thru and take me to that doggie day care and I hated it. . . but I kind a liked it too. I just don't like other dogs in my back yard, sort to speak. They're too close. I like humans and especially those little ones, that are more my size. . . but other dogs, well, I can take um or leave um. I overheard the handlers speak about me to dad. They told him that I am "dog aggressive", whatever that means?!?!? Boo Hoo . . . I did have a nice time getting bathed and groomed though. I feel much cooler now that it's getting hot around here.
I heard dad speaking with someone about getting the two of us into a class that we would go to and do together. Now that sounds like it could be fun. At least I'd be with the old man and not by myself.
I'll get back to ya and let you all know how things are going, as soon as I can figure it all out.
TTFN . . .
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