Lucy


Rhodesian Ridgeback
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Age: 7 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 51-100 lbs


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Nicknames:
Lucifer, Loose Goose, Pumpkin, Pretty Girl, Monkey, Beast, Whiney Butt, Lucy Lou

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
March 24th 2007

Likes:
Playing with other dogs! Eating, napping in the sun, destuffing stuffed animals, attention

Pet-Peeves:
Not being able to greet every single dog I see at the exact moment I see it, the vacuum cleaner, getting my nails clipped (medieval torture, I tell you!), my Gentle Leader

Favorite Toy:
I love ropes (I'm a good shredder!) and anything that squeaks. I really love Bobos, but I always end up ripping a hole in their butts to pull the squeaker out.

Favorite Food:
Everything small enough to swallow. Faves include yogurt, PB, ham, carrots, chicken, CHEESE! and ice cubes

Favorite Walk:
To the dog park - it should ALWAYS be play time!

Best Tricks:
I emit an impressive variety of squeaks, sighs and groans (hence the nickname "Monkey"). I can sit, stay, lie down, and heel (so long as I'm not distracted by another dog!) and...High Five!

Forums Motto:
Goofy Redhead

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Do people

I've Been On Dogster Since:
May 30th 2007 More than 7 years!

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Dogster Id:
551435


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It's been a while!

April 8th 2008 12:58 pm
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What can I say? Life gets busy, you know? Ever since November, it has been non-stop craziness. So, for the sake of Lucy's Dogster pals, a quick update:

Lucy is now a year old. She is quite possibly the most beautiful dog I've ever seen (not that I'm biased or anything). The poor pup had to deal with two bouts of Campylobacter in the last two months. NOT fun! Campy is a yucky bacterial infection that causes a ridiculous amount of diarrhea. It's often caught through contact with other dogs' feces, which unfortunately, is what litters the common area of our apartment complex. Heaven forbid dog owners actually clean up after their dogs! Thankfully, Lucy seems to be doing quite well now (knock on wood!) and we rejoice in the fact that we will be moving away soon...

...because we are buying our first house! Yay for Lucy having her very own yard!

Despite being a year old, and approaching "adulthood," Lucy is still as crazy as ever. She still acts as though my cutting her nails will absolutely deprive her of her life. She still greets my husband and I with a ridiculous amount of jumping and licking. She still cuddles up on the love seat with me when she's sleepy (a task that becomes more difficult the bigger she gets!) She still pulls on walks when she sees something interesting (a person, a dog, a leaf, a rock), even with the Gentle Leader. What can I say? Lucy may not be the most disciplined, well-trained dog (um yeah, that would be our fault, I suppose) but she is definitely the most lovable.

 

From the Mouth of Lucy: Dum, da-dum dum!

December 14th 2007 1:01 pm
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Mom tells me I'm going to be spayed on Monday. I don't know exactly what that means, but apparently I get a car ride out of the deal. Let's hope I don't get car sick (just to spite her for when she LEAVES me at the VET - I'll have a serious separation anxiety attack then!) Dad is looking forward to a puppy-free night, but Mom says she's going to be a nervous wreck, thinking about my poor little puppy dog eyes looking all sad and lonely at the hospital. She thinks I'll be afraid and cry a lot. Dad says I'll be drugged and won't notice a thing. Funny how he-people and she-people think so differently.

Mom is going to ask them to cut my nails when I'm sedated too. Think she's kidding? Ha! I'm a champion squirmer and will fight my way out of her grip every time, so I'm definitely OVERdue for a trim! I'm also getting something called a microchip. This worries me a little, because it sounds like I'm being bugged by aliens! Humans are strange creatures with all this maintenance and healthcare... sheesh.

But I get to go home on Tuesday! Mom is taking a half day on Tuesday and all of Wednesday to stay with me. She says she has to keep me "calm" for several days after my surgery. What does calm mean? I sure hope it doesn't mean I have to be quiet and well-behaved and not jump or run or play hard like I ALWAYS do because pssh... that ain't happenin'!

Oh well. Wish Mom luck - apparently she is going to need it - I'm a handful!

 

A Ridgeback Christmas Carol

December 3rd 2007 7:10 am
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On the first day of Christmas my Ridgeback gave to me:
The Santa topper from the Christmas tree.

On the second day of Christmas my Ridgeback gave to me:
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.

On the third day of Christmas my Ridgeback gave to me:
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas my Ridgeback gave to me:
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas my Ridgeback gave to me:
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas my Ridgeback gave to me:
Six yards of soggy ribbon
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas my Ridgeback gave to me:
Seven scraps of wrapping paper
Six yards of soggy ribbon
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas my Ridgeback gave to me:
Eight tiny reindeer fragments
Seven scraps of wrapping paper
Six yards of soggy ribbon
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas my Ridgeback gave to me:
My wreath in nine pieces
Eight tiny reindeer fragments
Seven scraps of wrapping paper
Six yards of soggy ribbon
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas my Ridgeback gave to me:
Ten Christmas cards I should’ve mailed
My wreath in nine pieces
Eight tiny reindeer fragments
Seven scraps of wrapping paper
Six yards of soggy ribbon
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my Ridgeback gave to me:
Eleven unwrapped presents
Ten Christmas cards I should’ve mailed
My wreath in nine pieces
Eight tiny reindeer fragments
Seven scraps of wrapping paper
Six yards of soggy ribbon
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my Ridgeback gave to me:
A dozen Ridgeback kisses
And I forgot all about the other eleven days.

 
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