Doc Holliday


Basset Hound
Picture of Doc Holliday, a male Basset Hound

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Home:Moreno Valley, CA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Nicknames:
Doc, Dockers, booger, butthead

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

Quick Bio:
-purebred-pound dog

Likes:
Food, sniffing around, sniffing for food, causing trouble

Pet-Peeves:
Being left alone, vacuums, lawn mowers, water, and cats

Favorite Toy:
The one that needs the most destroying.

Favorite Food:
Anything will do.

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere with new smells.

Best Tricks:
Eating, sleeping, begging, and looking cute

Arrival Story:
Originally looking for an English Bulldog, my wife and I were cruising the local pounds/shelters and after seeing a lot of sad cases and not much that excited us, a new Basset was brought in. We were immediately struck by the great looks and personality of the pooch and put our names on the list!

Bio:
His drool factory works overtime and he's got the strength of a Clydsedale, but he's a ton of fun and a great addition to the house.

Forums Motto:
That's mine!

I've Been On Dogster Since:
August 16th 2004 More than 9 years!

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Dogster Id:
62103


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Softer Dirt

July 14th 2007 7:44 pm
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These last few weekends have been weird...and that's sayin' something! Mommy and Daddy have been working like crazy and changing everything. Last weekend was new fencing, which kinda bummed me out because I could push the old boards and go exploring! But oh well.

And today, oh, what a ruckus!!! Daddy was using this big, loud machine that tore up my dirt. At first, I was upset and Wyatt was too because we both like to dig. But then I noticed that Daddy was doing all the work for us. He dug up the whole backyard! So a few hours later, I had tons of new, softer dirt to dig in, lay in, play with, sniff, eat, whatever. Mommy and Daddy also dug up these things called "roots". Wyatt and I both thought those were pretty tasty. They were soft and sweet. Even Blacky got in on the fun and started chewing on them.

So even though we were locked inside for most the day, it was still okay. We've got this "tilled" dirt to play with...

...but Mommy and Daddy keep saying the word "sod" and I'm not sure what that means. I hope it comes from PetCo!

 

PP Day!

April 30th 2007 7:19 am
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No, not that kind of PP! I do that every day and its nothing special.

Saturday was "Park and PetSmart Day". Mommy and Daddy took us to the dog park and we had a great time. We got to see all our old friends and run around in the huge yard. It was fun. At first, we were the only dogs there, except for the huge pug that just sits around (like his owner). But then more and more of our friends showed up and they brought their humans. My nose was smelling a mile a minute! So many butts, so little time!

As we were leaving the park, Daddy said I was "disgusting" and covered in dirt. I don't know what he was talking about. I think I was properly fragranced and had just the right amount of dirt on me. But straight from the dog park, we went to PetSmart and got baths! That was fun because we got to torment the workers and make them crazy. I howled for all the fun I was having and Blacky was a big scardy dog and wouldn't get into the bath, didn't want to get dried, and was afraid of the wind gun. (Daddy said it was called a "hair dryer"...but it looks like a wind gun to me!)

So Saturday was a lot of fun and now I have to get dirty again. Thanks Dad!

 

I Don't Like Cold Water, or Hoses

February 22nd 2007 7:14 am
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Don't ask me why -because there is nothing wrong with layers of dirt- but Daddy decided to give me a bath over the weekend. Did I do something wrong? Does he not love me anymore? Where was Mommy to save me and love me?

He got out the hose and sprayed me with REALLY cold water and that wasn't fun at all. He held me and wouldn't let me go. I was freezing! I couldn't roll in the dirt. I couldn't play with a stick. I couldn't go back inside. I need to do something to make him understand that I like dirt. It makes me feel good and it proves that I am enjoying my life.

Anyway, after he got me soaking wet, he gave me a fun massage with something called soap. I don't know who invented this "soap", but I could feel it lifting the dirt off me and I didn't like that very much. I put a lot of time into getting dirty and enjoyed it! After Daddy had me covered in soap, he got that darn hose again and sprayed me all over again. I didn't like it the first time - why would I want it again?!

Now I'm soaked again and all the dirt is gone. He grabbed a couple chew toys (well, he called them towels) and dried me off. I ran into the house and jumped all over the furniture to find some of my lost dirt. It's all gone! I'm clean! I'm sad.

 
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