Tank


Basset Hound
Picture of Tank, a male Basset Hound

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Home:Long Beach Peninsula, WA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 12 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Nicknames:
Tank-o-matic, Tankster, Bubba, Bubbers, Bubbie, BubbaWubba

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

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Quick Bio:
-purebred-dog rescue

Birthday:
September 13th 2002

Likes:
Eating, sleeping, drinks from the hose, sitting in your lap, going anywhere, doing anything

Pet-Peeves:
Haven't discovered any yet

Favorite Food:
Anything

Favorite Walk:
Tank LOVES running the powerline road with the ATV. At first he could barely make it off the property (just a tad out of shape). Now he runs a couple of miles almost every day - granted he's not as fast as the others, but he's gaining on them=)

Best Tricks:
Stealing your heart with those big ol' Basset Hound eyes

Arrival Story:
Tank just came to his new home on June 16, 2007, thanks to Cascadia Basset Rescue.

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SHORTIES RULE!!

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Milord Earl Tank the Nefarious of Chortling Chesterton
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I've Been On Dogster Since:
June 17th 2007 More than 7 years!

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Dogster Id:
565688


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Howdy Neighbor

June 13th 2008 2:59 pm
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I met one of our new neighbors last night – we’ve been seeing the two of them around for the last couple of weeks, but last night while on my nightly midnight potty /drinking/sniffing excursion, I finally met him face to face – all 300lbs of big ol’ black bear. Mom was in the bathroom when she heard me giving him the what for. Now, she thought I had some measly possum or raccoon cornered, but when she looked out the window & spotted the big bruin, her little ol’ heart skipped a beat. By the time she made it out the door, I already had things under control. I barked my most ferocious bark, I growled, I bayed at the beast and sent him packin’ faster than my (3inch) legs could carry me. Hmmphhf! What a coward. Speaking of cowards, you might wonder where my trusty pack members were. I guess they felt they needed to guard the house, cause all three of them lay just inside the threshold of the open sliding glass door. Not a bark, not a peep outta any one of them. Thanks a lot, guys – don’t worry – Me & Mom got it handled.

But then I noticed that the beast had knocked over and distributed the contents of the huge garbage can that sits by the shop. Now this garbage can is one of those big green plastic 80 gallon suckers and my only hope of getting in that thing is if I could fly. I was very impressed - Then it hit me! What if we joined forces? Just think of the counter surfing! The dumpster diving! Mom seems to think he’ll be back now that he knows about the trash stash. Gosh, I hope I didn’t offend him.

Tank aka “Bubba the Bear Slayer”

 
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