Likes: Following Mom EVERYWHERE, terrorizing his cat brother, treats, flipping his rawhide chews into the air, snuggling in an available lap
Pet-Peeves: Getting yelled at for stealing socks, going outside in the rain, when Mom and Dad leave him alone, when the cat "kills" his tail, lawnmowers, thunder, baths
Favorite Toy: Red Kong stuffed with peanut butter and training treats, squeaky monkey, Larry the Lobster, anything the cat might be playing with at the time, rawhide chews
Favorite Food: Halo Spot's Stew
Favorite Walk: Anywhere, as long as that leash is out!
Best Tricks: Sit, down, up, "leave it", waiting at the door.
Arrival Story: I saw Dexter on a website for the local humane society. The pictures they had taken of him looked like he was kind of an ugly dog, but I fell in love with his goofy face! I arranged to meet him at the Petsmart adoption day that the humane society was going to have, and was smitten from the instant I saw him. It's a good thing that the humane society had taken unflattering pictures, because he probably would have been snatched up long ago if someone had seen what he really looked like. He was so cute!
He arrived at his forever home one week after I first met him, on August 3, 2007.
Bio: Dex is getting along fine in his new home. He and Dallas the cat have become fast friends and they are keeping our lives fun, but hectic! He loves "flipping" his toys and rawhide chews into the air - in essence, playing catch with himself. He's afraid of thunder and the sound of lawnmowers, won't go outside in the rain, and absolutely loves meeting new people.
August 3 was my one year annifursary of Mom bringing me to my furever home! I can't believe it's been that long already. I have come a long way since then. I used to be a scaredy little pup that couldn't meet anyone new or get fussed at without piddling on the floor. Now, I only piddle when I am SUPER DUPER excited (like when my Grandma comes to see me - I love her)! I don't shake when there is a thunderstorm or a loud noise, I don't go poop on the floor anymore, I go night-night in my crate without crying... Mom has turned me into a well-adjusted young man. And even Dad finally likes me!
The best part of all, though, is that I'm no longer on the streets and I have a loving home where everyone pets me and snuggles me and gives me treats and tells me what a good boy I am. This has been the best year ever.
Mom took me to the vet the other day for my shots. I was a really good boy... even though I was scared, I didn't pee or nothin'! I just shook a little bit and tucked my tail. Everyone was talking to me and being sweet because I was trying so hard to be the cutest most bravest pup I could be. They always wanna stick me with things when I go, though, and I don't know why. It's not real fun. They did shots, and clipped my nails, and took some blood for a heart test, and tried to give me treats (that I didn't eat because I don't eat when I'm tryin to be real brave). It was pretty much like usual when I go to the vet.
This time, though, they stuck me with this BIG huge needle and now Mom keeps talking about how I'm "chipped". I'm really upset, too, because usually if I see a chip I can eat it, but not this time. I can't even smell these chips she's talkin about. I don't like when she teases me about food because I'm a good boy and I think that a little bit of chips now and then won't kill me. Especially if I didn't even cry when they stuck me with that needle. Hmph.
Mom was lookin at that silly dog DNA testing website again. Well apparently there's a vet nearby that decided to sell the testing kits! That means she may FINALLY figure out what it is I'm made up of. Then I won't have any mystery left at all. :(