Nicknames: Matilda (but only when I'm in trouble!), sometimes my dad calls me "Tillie Tillie Billy Goat"
Birthday: February 18th 2005
Likes: The sound of my leash, rides in the car, sharing a fudgesicle with my Mom, licking people, (especially little kids' faces), and anything to do with FEET! The sweatier, the better. (Mom says I have a foot fetish.)
Pet-Peeves: The mailman & meter guy. They don't even ask my permission to come in! I also hate the UPS truck or Harleys...even when they're parked! I like to wait for their owners and then bark at them as loud as I can! If only mom could let me eat their tires!
Favorite Toy: I really like my squeaky squirrel toy. Of course, a REAL squirrel toy would be much better, but Mom won't let me have one!
Favorite Food: Sometimes, if I am really good in the pet store, my mom will get some of those Natural Choice Healthy Desserts. The carrot cake one is pretty good!!
Favorite Walk: I love walking to the pet store about a mile away from where I live. The guys in that place know how to treat a well behaved dog like myself, and ALWAYS give me something good to eat.
Best Tricks: If you hide a treat in one of your hands, I can pick the right hand with my paw. (I love this trick!!) Also, Mom taught me to retrieve my cookie jar. All she has to say now is, "Where is it?"
Arrival Story: When I was ten months old, I got lost and was taken to jail. That is where my "mom" found me on www.Petfinder.com, and rescued me from that scary place.
Bio: After I got rescued, I went to live in a house in town with a huge yard to play in. I got to learn all kinds of things, like "heel", "sit", "stay", "down", "watch", and my personal favorite, "COOKIE". I get to go all kinds of places...the video store, the laundromat, the park, hiking in the mountains, I especially like the pet places, and I can pick those people in the red shirts out a mile away, and if I act cute enough, I just know they will give me a treat. Sometimes they forget, and I have to remind them when we're at the checkout counter. A hint for all you other dogs out there...staring intently while sitting politely works the best...it really lays a guilt trip on them. If that doesn't work, you can resort to putting your front paws on the counter and give them your best grin. I know, a little over the top, but it really works!!
Once in awhile, my "mom" takes me to her dad's ranch, where I get to play with the cows. A couple of times I got to help the ranch dogs move the cattle from one pasture to another. When a cow would try to turn back, I got to run at her and bite her heels to make her go the right way. It was loads of fun! My favorite thing though is to sniff out gophers or playing with the field mice when the pasture is getting irrigated. I listen for them in the grass or under the ground, and then I pounce! (Sometimes I have to dig first, then I pounce!) Yum! The ultimate in edible squeaky toys.
(Must be all that dingo blood in my background...I just can't help myself!)
Forums Motto: Whoopie ti-yi-yo,git along little doggy!
I love Starbucks mornings! They don't happen very often, but when they do, they're lots of fun!
A Starbucks morning means Mom and me get to go for a morning walk about a mile away to a place that serves up delicious treats for doggies, and even their moms too! Today Dad and Joey went with us. We walked through the neighborhoods until we arrived at the place called Starbucks, and mom went in and got us our normal piece of pumpkin bread. It's so nice they make coffee drinks for the people too! Mom and dad had a frappydrink and shared some fruit and cheese (although dad snuck Joey and me a piece of cheese too, sshhh, don't tell mom!)
Then we went to a furniture store called With Garden Flair. They like dogs in there and always give treats! I did my very bestest smile and stare, and the man brought Joey and me a bucket of water. Joey liked the water, but I continued to smile and stare, because I wanted a cookie! Come on, I know you got 'em! And sure enough, the man brought Joey and me each a cookie too! Mom and dad shopped and Joey and I napped in the cool store.
Then we started walking back home, where mom got bit by a praying mantis she was trying to pick up off the sidewalk. I would have ate him! But mom put him in the grass nearby so he wouldn't get stepped on. I wondered what a praying mantis tastes like, but I left him alone.
Me and about 50 other pups got to go see a hockey game! How cool is that? Our local ECHL hockey team, the Stockton Thunder, had a PUCKS and PAWS game...and my PAWS were there! Us pups had our own special section all to ourselves, and they even let the moms and dads sit there with us.
I really liked watching the players skating on the ice, and I especially enjoyed when one player would hit another player into the glass...BOOOM!!!! I paid special attention when that happened! I even barked a couple of times for our team when they had an especially loud hit.
A local rescue was there with their doggies who are waiting for homes, and they were some of the nicest doggies at the game! I saw a tiny little chihuahua, and a GREAT BIG Irish Wolfhound! He was HUGE! I never saw a dog so big. He was even bigger than granpa's spring calves, but he didn't smell like a calf so I steered clear and showed my respect.
Also, my favorite store, Carter's Pet Mart, was there, giving away goodie bags to all us pups, and some nice people from Eukanuba gave away pretty bandanas! Except I took mine home to wear later, because I was wearing my special Stockton Thunder yellow and black bandana already. Hey, I've got to support the team that let us pups come into the game, right??
Every time our team scored, mom and I HIGH-FIVED! And then I got a cookie for helping to celebrate the score. That was really neat because we got to HIGH FIVE and celebrate SIX TIMES!!
AND, our team WON!!! Our team, the Stockton Thunder, defeated the Las Vegas Wranglers 6 - 5. It was so exciting! All the people were clapping and cheering, a siren was going off, lights were flashing, and I wagged my nubby tail and sniffed my congratulations to other pups as they walked by with their pawrents.
And the best part?? My picture was up on the big screen!! I was Pet Pic of the Game!!! Neat, huh?!
Today I watched as the age indicator on my page went from "4" to the magical number of "5"! I"M FIVE YEARS OLD!! I feel like celebrating! I hope mom gets me a special cookie from the pet food store. She promised she would...I hope she remembers!
I am so excited to be 5! Five is such a great number. It matches the number of toes on each of my front feet (if you include my fumbs!) It matches how many birthdays I've spent with mom! It's the number of times I've gone on backpacking trips with mom and dad. It's the same as the time of day mom gets to come home from work. I also have five leashes!
Five...what a great number! It feels really great to be FIVE!!