Angel


Dogo Argentino/American Staffordshire Terrier [See My DogsterPlus Photo Book]
Picture of Angel, a female Dogo Argentino/American Staffordshire Terrier

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Home:Los Angeles, CA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 16 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 51-100 lbs

Me and Cousin Emi

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"Me and Cousin Emi"

Halloween....blah...

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Sofa! My favorite!

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"Sofa! My favorite!"

10 year Anniversary

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"10 year Anniversary"

Smile!

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Sheesh...!

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"Sheesh...!"

Is my wig on straight?

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"Is my wig on straight?"

What?! All dressed up and I have to sit in the car?!

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"What?! All dressed up and I have to sit in the car?!"

Is my lipstick smeared?

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"Is my lipstick smeared?"

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Nicknames:
Angelgirl, Dogo, Woofa

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

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
July 4th 1998

Likes:
Eat, sleep and play! When Mom's students come over to play music.

Pet-Peeves:
Mom's over affection: pawdicure (pedicure) and baths!

Favorite Toy:
Tennis ball and rope toy. Sometimes the comforter on the bed.

Favorite Food:
Max for adult dogs, chicken chips (the round type), doggie beef jerky.

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere!

Best Tricks:
Pretending to ignore mom.

Arrival Story:
Sasha passed on to Doggie Heaven and Mom was in grief therapy. Someone mentioned that I needed a temporary foster home, so I came over and Mom decided right there and then that I would stay here. Mom found out later that I was three days away from being put to sleep! I came here to my fur-ever home on Aug. 26th, 1999.

Bio:
Mom said that Auntie Annie found me wandering the beach by Point Huneme, near Ventura, California. Although Auntie Annie put up fliers all over Oxnard and Ventura, no one responded. There was a rumor that someone had dumped me off by the beach, but that can't be verified. Although I (Angel), am a Dogo Argentino, there's a possibility that I have some Pit Bull blood in me, since I'm not "pure white," I have fawn freckles on my fur. I do have the Dogo yoddle and the jawls - which my mom loves. Sheesh!

Forums Motto:
My favorite!

The Last Forum I Posted In:
We need a way to win/earn or be awarded Free Zealies from

My Love:
I love my Auntie Annie for finding me. I love my Uncle Ralph, Uncle Carlos & Uncle Heriberto for playing with me. I love all of my mom's friends because they also like to play with me. And I love my favorite playmate, Lexi! We never fight or bite.

Honors:
*I was in the 2007, 2008 and 2009 Coolest Dog and Cat Photo contest. *I was picked four times for the Daily Dairy Pick. *I was Dogster's Dog of the Day on 12-4-09! * I'm in the 2007 Holiday Picture Party.

I've Been On Dogster Since:
July 2nd 2007 More than 7 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
576380

for 2678 days


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Happy Thanksgiving 11-27-2014

November 27th 2014 5:51 pm
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It's been a really long time since I wrote, mainly because Mom forgot the passwords. Sheesh! Mom says that I'm 16 years old now. I wonder what that means.
Since today is Thanksgiving, Mom says I need to write about some things that I'm thankful for, so here goes:
1. I'm thankful to my Pup Pals!
2. I'm thankful that Mom remembered the passwords...
3. I'm thankful that I'm not hungry, or cold or in any major pain.
4. I'm thankful that I'm still getting lots of chicken chip treats!

To all of my Pup Pals and dogs all over the world:
Happy Thanksgiving 2014!!

 

Happy New Year's Day 2013

January 1st 2013 12:44 pm
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Happy New Year 2013!
There's been big, big changes since I last blogged! Mom doesn't like Karen anymore and because of that, we moved to a new doghouse. I like this new place, less noise - no more yapping from four small dogs and no more stress for Mom. Mom said that Karen, the landlady, made Mom move stuff out of the two back rooms in four days. Mom didn't like that and she got very sick. We stayed in bed for a couple of days. Mom not only smelled different, but her energy was different - very nervous and unbalanced.
Mom called Karen's dad to see if he could talk to her, but he said he couldn't, which made Mom very nervous and later got Karen really mad. Mom got a letter from Karen saying we had to move by the end of the month. This got Mom really unbalanced! She said she had to finish the rest of the semester before she could find a place for us. Mom didn't like that she had so many things to do before the end of school. Uncle Jim came to watch me when Mom had a Winter Concert and some other rehearsals.
Uncle Beto and his little brother Uncle Manny came over a couple of times to take stuff out of the house. Then we moved to this new place the day after Christmas. Mom said I couldn't use the computer to blog because it was being packed up for the move.
So we get to this new place and it has a doggy park! My favorite! I love the new smells and I like going there. A couple of days later, Mom got the Pooch Potty people to come out and bring me my own grass to do my business. I didn't want to use it because I like exploring the many different smells at the doggy park. Mom says it's a large sand box,I say who cares! Finally I really had to go, so I gave up and went on the grass outside on the patio. Mom gave me so much praise just for peeing, sheesh...! But at least I got some treats for doing so. Now I'm hoping to get more treats every time I go on the grass. My favorite!

Mom says I have to think about my New Year's Resolutions. I'm thinking, why? Can't I keep last year's resolutions? Mom says no because I didn't fulfill all of my listed resolutions. I'm going to "try" to write my reslutions for this year.

1.) I should get onto the computer more often so I can write in my blog and to my Pup Pals.

2.) I should stop begging for food. (Mom made me write this.)

3.) I should stop "rearranging the rugs" when Mom is not home.

4.) I should stop picking the trash can looking for used snot rags. (Mom made me write this as well.)

5.) I should stop scratching, licking and gnawing myself to bleed when I have a "little itch."

6.) I should stop peeing on Mom's bed when she's not there. (Mom made me write this.)

7.) I should eliminate when Mom takes me outside on my grass.

8.) I will try not to whine when people come over.

9.) I will not scratch or dig into/onto Mom's leather briefcase.

10.) I will write to my Pup Pals more often and give out more zealies!

Happy New Year to my Pup Pals! Stay warm and safe!

 

Happy Thanksgiving 2012!

November 22nd 2012 11:07 am
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Whoopee! Mom let me blog today!
Let's see, so much has happened since I last tattled on Mom. Oops, I meant blogged. We moved to a new doghouse two full moons ago. Mom said she just happened to go to a city named Gardena to pick up some Asian vegetables and she picked up a Japanese newspaper, the Rafu Shimpo. She looked around the classified section and she said that she saw an unbelievable deal on a house rental. She said it was six hundred dollars more a month for a four bedroom, three bathroom house. So she looked at it and eventually decided that she wanted it for both of us. She didn't tell me right away. She just started to put things in boxes and took them away. Hey, now I had a lot of room to play. Then she kept telling me we were moving to a bigger place. I had no idea what she was talking about. I never really understand Mom anyway.
The apartment started to get really empty and a couple of guys came over and took everything away. Mom put me in my room while all of this was happening. Soon she put me in the car and we drove a short distance and we got to a new place. Wow it's big! But I hate the hard floors. Mom got some pieces of carpet that Uncle Bob gave her and now the living room is easier to walk around. The dining room is still bare, so I have to be really careful how I walk around that room and the kitchen.
When I first got to the new place there were so many new smells. And a couple of strange ones as well. Mom says the lady who owns the place has four small dogs, a cat and two large tortoises - what's a tortoise? We even have a private front yard! My favorite! I liked my Pooch Potty private grass, but this is even bigger! Mom says the landlady took off a hundred dollars if she mowed the lawn and another hundred if Mom let her use the garage as a storage unit. I hate the sound of that mowing thing, it's so loud! Mom didn't know it at the time, but the lawn had fleas! Soon both of us started getting bit and then I had to go to the vet because I'm highly allergic to fleas! The flea bites did something to my skin and ears so I had to be on three different pills, a special ear wash thingy plus a special flea pill. The vet says the fleas in California no longer die when people use Advantage or Frontline on us, so we have to chew a beef flavored pill once a full moon so that the fleas die. Die fleas! I hate you! You fleas are the reason why I have to have a bath! Mom won't let me go to the park across the street because of fleas!
Taking medications for several weeks wasn't so bad. Mom had to wrap the pills in a thin slice of deli meat so I wouldn't spit it out. Yuck! Biting into one of those pills really suck. It's terribly bitter and it smells strange.
I have to admit, this place is really large. It even has an upstairs section that I'm not suppose to go to. Mom has the base of the stairs blocked off so I can't sneak up there. Once Mom was giving Uncle Jim a haircut in the upstairs bathroom. She says the lights are brighter up there. Mom wasn't paying any attention to me so I sneaked my way up the stairs. Mom caught me in the act! But then she decided that I could look around to see what's up there. There are two big empty rooms and another room that Mom uses as a storage. She says all of the Halloween and Christmas stuff has to be put into this room because she gave up a storage unit to live here. I have no idea what she's talking about.
Upstairs is just about as big as downstairs, except no doors to go outside. I wonder why. Mom says that now I know there's nothing special up there, I don't need to see anymore. Mom is actually worried that I'm going to fall down the stairs. Something about my having hip dysplasia, whatever.
There's a long walk way along the side of the house that's just for us. Mom doesn't like me to go there, something about possible spiders hiding along the wall. I tried to tell her that spiders don't hide on concrete but she wouldn't listen. Sheesh!
Last week I met Karen. She's the lady who owns the place. Mom said that she went to visit her daughter in another state and returned because she didn't like it there. The problem was, Karen brought back her four yappy dogs and her cat. Karen let me sniff the cat while it was in her cage, but then the cat started to growl and Mom said that was enough sniffing. The yappy dogs are staying along the side of the house and they bark and whine a lot, which make me nervous. Mom won't let me see them because she said they are high energy and I might start a fight. So I whine when they start to bark too much. Mom doesn't like it when I start to get stressed. So then I have to have a time out and go to my room. That's okay, I like me room... most of the time. Uncle Jim told Mom that I might like it better if I had a TV, a stereo and some video games to play. Mom glared at him. Hey if Uncle Jim says I might like my room more, maybe he's right! Mom says that Karen is going to live in the garage until she finds a place outside of the L.A. basin. We like Karen, she's funny and she's high energy. Different from Mom. Mom doesn't yell or use a high pitch voice. And when I try to tell her something that I think is important, she tells me to use my indoor or library bark. Again, I have no idea what Mom is saying. Mom says I have "selective hearing" because I only respond to stuff I like. Well, isn't that true for everybody? Why would I want to "take a bath" or have my nails clipped? I think I should call for a strike! Mom says Twinky did. Then she says look where they ended up. Again, I have no idea what she's talking about.

Mom says that today is Thanksgiving Day and I should be thankful for the things I have. She told me that I have to make a list of things to be thankful for, so here I go:
1. I'm thankful that I have a nice warm, clean, big new dog house to live in.
2. I'm thankful I don't have to take lots of baths!
3. I'm thankful that Mom takes great care of me, even though I don't always like or appreciate it.
4. I'm thankful for having people around me that love me and spoil me.
5. I'm thankful that Mom lets me blog every once in a while.
6. I'm thankful the fleas are gone!
7. I'm thankful that Mom lets me sleep in the middle of the bed while she curls around me.
8. I'm thankful that I have lots of Pup Pals! My favorite!
9. I'm thankful I get to eat twice a day.
10. I'm thankful that I'm happy!

Happy Thanksgiving to all of my Pup Pals! Stay warm and safe! Mom says to say, "Stay away from table scraps." Sheesh...!

 
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