Age: 12 Years Sex: Female Weight: 51-100 lbs
|Home:Providence, RI ||[I have a diary!] |
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Big Girl, Fatima, BabyBully, and "hey, get your nose out of that!"
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December 8th 2003
tugs, empty water bottles, Mr. Hippo, and squeeky Dawg.
She's got more now than she knows what to do with.
Yogurt, apples, and smoked turkey.
Yard patrol in search of Mrs. Cassidy: who has never let me catch her.
The best trick is doing it when I'm asked to do it.
I was adopted from a semi-retired couple who wanted to start spending more time away from home and realized it wasn't fair to begin boarding me or leaving me alone.
Somewhere along the line, I learned to chirp like a bird, and I do this when I want something badly.
I am somewhat baffled by my great Aunts Ruby and Mimi. They are tiny, like kittens. These are dogs? What? Do they play tug?
When out on the town, Pop has to have pockets full of treats, water bottles, plastic bags, and something to distract me for when I'd rather investigate something dead or smelly. Nearly everything is smelly, so I enjoy 'investigating' rather than walking. My favorite thing to investigate is Mrs. Cassidy, the cat that lives next door. Mrs. Cassidy, unfortunately, does not enjoy being investigated.
I sneeze when attempting to make an important point. Usually, lots of important points are made all over the car windows and to special invited guests.
I also believe that words like "come here" and "leave it" are optional. That said, I'm doing extra-well with things like "drop the toy". I even understand "Matilda, come here. That cat does not like you."
I love my bed. In fact, I like it so much that I attempt to dig through it occasionally to see what makes it so comfortable. I usually also enjoy a "lick whatever is in reach" festival from 2-4am.
I also like a good rubdown. Belly rubs are cool!
I am often asked if I get that not-so-fresh feeling. Honestly, yeah, I do, but yogurt helps. Hey - I mean, this kind of glamor takes work.
Hang on, lemme just put my bum on you.
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October 23rd 2009 6:26 am
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Couple of things I've noticed about myself:
1) I like to run around and chase cats when they are outside, but inside I could care less if they are there.
2) I was overjoyed to learn there is a name for the mysterious condition I now know is called "Frito Feet".
3) Pop seems to spend an awful lot of time looking at the English Bulldog rescue site. He is looking for a brother, I just know it!
4) I learned how to open the gate at the dog park all by myself. Lovely.
5) They closed the city's largest dog daycare without notice and this means Daddy would have to commute and hour to and from the house even before work to take me to the next closest on. What the heck am I supposed to do all winter NOW?!
6) We are going APPLE PICKING on Sunday. Did you hear that?! APPLES. They have WHOLE TREES of them. wOOt!
Why do we not live there?
(Last time I went, I got scared of the horses on the hayride. Pop reminded me that not many dogs are allowed on hayrides).
February 4th 2008 9:59 am
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You might think that because I spent the entire week with Daddy home all day (he's been sick) that my behavior might be a bit different.
Though I did spent large proportions of the day on the couch, snoozing under a blanket, I was pretty much par for the course in every other area of behavior.
1) Bathtime last night was met with ambivalence. At least, that is until Pop pointed his finger at the floor and made direct eye contact. For some reason, I respond to that more than asking. The most amusing part is that though I hate getting into the bath, I LOVE being clean. I jumped and wiggled and just generally ran around as
2) I have BAD tail fits during the night. We clean 3x per day. If I wake up at all during the night, I'm guaranteed to notice it and jump out of bed as if to say "hey, peeps, I'm not getting back in there. it smells"
3) Someone in the neighborhood threw rotten food onto their lawn on the other side of the fence, so of course I have to be asked to leave it alone. After being told "no", I then will take off around the corner of the house and get a big mouthful of potting soil. It's like "you want to see bad? rotten food ain't bad - I'm gonna eat DIRT." I only do this when I am not on the leash.
4) I find that I am better-behaved the more routine a day I have.
That said, the rest of the time I am a cuddly little angel. Especially if you're eating an apple.
January 17th 2008 9:00 am
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When I visit my grandma, I go nose to nose with her rescued Papillon. This dog is DOMINANT! She sits in her chair, high above, and growls and growls.
Anyway, when Grans first got this dog, she used to leave, um, presents under the dining room table. Lots of them. Since the carpet is an eggplant color, Grans didn't find them right away. Well, last time I visited, for the very first time I "marked" over where she had left the presents, because apparently I could still smell them and I go wherever I've smelled that someone else has gone. In a million years I have never gone indoors, never ever...but this is the first time.
I have done it twice - once on that carpet and another time on a blanket where the Papillon likes to stake out the kitchen...and Daddy and Pop don't know why. It may be a dominance thing, and of course I had to sit quietly in the foyer by myself while they figured out what to do about it, but from reading the message boards the answer is that I now can't be left alone to explore at Gran's. Ugh.
I am a perfect angel at home. I even get up during the night and sit waiting for a baby wipe if Im not feeling fresh. Though I am not altogether happy with the idea of the cleaning, I guess I'm letting Dad know I need it to be done.
Note from Pop:
I guess daycare is now out of the question. Oh boy.
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