Fred


Shih Tzu
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Home:Las Vegas, NV  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 14 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
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 Intelligence 
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 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
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Quick Bio:
-purebred-dog rescue

Likes:
Being around his people or going for a walk.

Pet-Peeves:
Max or Xena bugging him.

Favorite Toy:
Dingo bones

Favorite Food:
Innova

Favorite Walk:
Fred likes to walk to the park in our neighborhood and back.

Best Tricks:
he "sits pretty"

Forums Motto:
Seriously, just leave me alone.

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Who has a dog that weighs 12-15 pounds?

I've Been On Dogster Since:
October 15th 2007 More than 7 years!

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Dogster Id:
645325


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The sorrows of a dog trapped in suburbia.


Part 2 of suburbian hell...

November 1st 2007 5:46 pm
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Well. My mother thought the dog park would be fun today. Why, I have no idea. Yes, that's what I would love to do, go to the dog park and get slimed (drooled on) by 5 different dogs... At least at home it's just Max... Xena dosen't drool. Yet. Well, anyways, when I left off last I said I would tell you how Max and Xena came to live in my house, so here is the quick overview.

My Mom and my new Dad bought a pretty big house in December '05. My mom has a thing for animals, and had a rescued cat in addition to me, but loves having lots of animals around the house. My Dad wanted a "tough" dog. After several months of research, they decided that a Boxer would be the perfect addition. Tough in appearance, but with a friendly personality. (They were also not banned from our homeowner's insurance!) They tried to find a Boxer rescue, but the rescue locally did not have any dogs, and the others my Mom found would not adopt out of state. So, they began looking for breeders. They found a really nice lady who loves her dogs and breeds about once a year. They brought Max home in July 2006. About a year later, for some stupid reason, they thought Max needed a friend since I hate playing with other dogs, and decided to contact Max's " birth grandmother" for a female puppy. (Mom thought there might be too many males in the house.... ;) ) Xena was born in July and came home at the end of September of this year. Life officially now sucks.

I never have any peace. And whenever I let the other two know how I feel, I get told to be quiet. I hate that word. Quiet. Now, Why can't I bark whenever I want? Who cares if it is one in the morning? If I can't sleep, neither should anyone else. Well, that said, back to the events of today:

Mom thought it would be a great idea to have Xena's first trip to the dog park since she finished her shots yesterday. I like the dog park as long as it is not crowded and I can be left alone. Sometimes there are a bunch of dogs that like to bother me, and I just want to go and mark my spots... That said, when we got there it was perfect, no one to bother me at all! Max and Xena were playing and then this gentleman with a Saint Bernard came in. She was a nice, older dog like myself and we got along great. (In truth, I was about the size of her head, but still, it was nice to be with someone who is like-minded.) Xena, of course, thought that we must want her around. The Saint was lying down and wagging her rather long tail and Xena thought it was a great game to try and catch it as it wagged. I must say, the other dog had much more patience than I normally do... We just stayed a short time today, about thirty minutes, since it was Xena's first trip, but it was rather pleasant, I geuss. No obnoxious dogs today.

On that note, I am going to take a nap. Good night.

 

My History.

October 18th 2007 3:04 pm
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My people call me Fred. I am a Shih Tzu. I was bred to be a companion to Chinese Royalty and I find myself trapped in a miserable little house in the middle of the desert in a town so sinful they embrace the nickname of Sin City. Why would anyone want to live in a desert? And yet my people seem content enough... I just don't get it. Let me give you some background.

I was born in early 2000 to a disreputable person who called herself a "Breeder." She sold me to this horrible family who found joy in abusing and neglecting me. I got out of that place after about a year only to end up in a worse hell. They called it a "shelter." Shelter from what I ask? Once there they left me in an outdoor kennel and I got kennel cough and fleas and ticks from the other dogs I was forced to cohabitate with. Fortunately, a person named Jennifer had a friend who voluteered at my hell and saw me and thought I would be perfect for her. Jennifer and her Mom came by to meet me, and I went home with them. I liked Jennifer but I stayed at her Mom and Dad's house while she was at a place called College and I only saw her on the weekends. I was very happy when less than a year later, Jennifer got her own place and I was able to live with her full time. Little did I know, that a few short months after that she would move me to a miserable place called Las Vegas.

Eventually, she settled down into a condo, and I liked it there. All I had to do was bark and I got fed and let out whenever I wanted. I didn't like it when she left me alone, though. So to demonstrate, I marked all of my property in the house, and for some reason some stranger who worked at PetsMart told her to try "Crate Training" me. Well, Jennifer loves this idea since I can't pee on myself and now I live in a little crate while she is gone. It is okay, I geuss. I feel safe in it and I know I get a treat when I go in and have my trusty blanket, so I don't mind it too much.

Some more time passed, and my mom met her husband. I didn't like him much at first and actually bit him one time when he got too close to my mom. It is now five years later and I get along pretty well with my new Dad (who married my Mom). He plays with me and forgave me pretty quickly for biting him. (I think my mom was madder at me than he was!) Well, I must go and supervise the household now, so I will catch you up tomorrow on the last year's events. (The introduction of my supposed "brother and sister.")

 
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