 Age: 10 Years Sex: Female Weight: 26-50 lbs
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Leave a bone for Rosie
Nicknames:
Roaster, Rosie Toes, Silly Goose
Doggie Dynamics:
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Quick Bio:
Likes:
Being around us. She goes crazy just seeing us come home.
Pet-Peeves:
Does not like being left alone. Does not like the fact that Bob, our elderly, blind and deaf cocker still runs the show
Favorite Toy:
Stuffed animals
Favorite Food:
She's a connoiseur of all foods!
Favorite Walk:
Anywhere, but open fields are the best
Best Tricks:
Can understand a multitude of words.
Arrival Story:
We already had Bob, our cocker (who was not blind and deaf at the time). But he was a very serious dog, so I told my daughter she could have a dog to call her own as long as it (a) did not shed and (b) was VERY small. We went to the animal shelter and there was Rosie, looking like a sit-com dog, hair all chopped up funny and bouncing off the walls like a lunatic. But she was smiling and loving (and did not shed). They said, "Are you sure you can handle her?" And I said, "Well, what can be so difficult?" So we came out with this huge dog who jumped on everything, mowed us down in her excitement, climbed over our fences, dug under our fences, rolled in the mud, raced down the street after us, dug up the plants, howled when alone, howled when she was happy, then would put her big floppy head in your lap and look at you with her smiling and laughing brown eyes.
We were told she was only part Portuguese Water Dog, but later found out she was a purebred. At first I wondered what happened to the original owners. But considering she was part Tazmanian Devil I eventually got the picture.
Bio:
Rosie has a joie d'vivre, and she is a high-energy ball of fur. Loves the fmaily more than anything, and of course, Bob, who is her Lord and Master.
Forums Motto:
Faster than a Speeding Bullet
The Groups I'm In:
Psychic Dogs, PWD's Rule!
The Last Forum I Posted In:
IF YOU ARE USING MR. CLEAN MAGIC ERASERS....STOP
Forums I Belong To:
Psychic Dogs, or Dogs Who Communcate From Beyond
I've Been On Dogster Since:
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More than 5 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
58706
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August 9th 2006 9:45 pm
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EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DAILY DIARY:
8:00 a.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 a.m. Wow! A car ride! This is a blast!
9:40 a.m. A walk in the park! Ate some crap - delicious!
10:30 a.m. Getting rubbed and petted! I'm in love!
12:00 p.m. Lunch! Yummy!
1:00 p.m. Playing in the yard! I just love it!
3:00 p.m. Staring adoringly at my masters - they're the best! I'll wag my tail in joy!
4:00 p.m. Hooray! The kids are home! I'm bouncing off the walls!
5:00 p.m. Milkbones! Great!
7:00 p.m. Get to play ball! This is too good to be true!
8:00 p.m. Wow! Watching TV with my master! Heavenly!
11:00 p.m. Sleeping at the bottom of my master's bed! Life is soooooooo great!
EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DAILY DIARY:
Day 683 of My Captivity:
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomited on the floor.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter'" I am. The audacity!! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow - but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and he seems more than willing to return! He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant - I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. The captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe - for now. But I can wait. For it is only a matter of time.
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