Kegan


Glen of Imaal Terrier
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Age: 8 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Nicknames:
Keganblix Muddypaws, silly boy, ham, honey bunny, buddy

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

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
June 13th 2007

Likes:
chasing anything that moves, snow before it melts, squeakeys, frisbees, people, other dogs

Pet-Peeves:
rain, being wet, the leash

Favorite Toy:
anything that squeaks, plush toys that will be ripped apart, deer antlers

Favorite Food:
Every food is his favorite. He will do anything for food

Favorite Walk:
anywhere, he just loves it when he gets to go

Best Tricks:
he knows sit, stand, down, stay (when you are in sight), up (sitting like a person), gimmie paw, other paw, high 5, stick 'em up, and rollover

Arrival Story:
My husband and I wanted a dog. We couldn't make up our minds on what kind so we took several quizes. The Glen of Imaal kept comming up on all of them so we started calling breeders. After being shot down by a close breeder, we finally found an awesome breeder in OH. Since these dogs are rare, we were put on a waiting list. Fortunately we only had to wait 4 months before we got to bring home the new addition to our family. We love him to death. He is an awesome pup.

Forums Motto:
Can we play now?

I've Been On Dogster Since:
October 24th 2007 More than 7 years!

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Dogster Id:
650876


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The life and times of Me!


What is SHE doing here?

January 13th 2009 11:46 am
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A couple of weeks before Christmas, Mom and Dad started talking about this thing called a "sister" and saying that it was coming home soon. I didn't know what a "sister" was but Mom and Dad sounded so excited so I wagged my tail in anticipation.

The big day arrived where we were going to pick up this "sister" thing. Yay! CAR RIDE! We went to Jody and Pam's house (they were my human parents before my parents came and got me). There's so many other dog friends to play with there. I was so excited! It was a little different this time because there was a tiny dog there who couldn't quite keep up the pace with the others. I left her alone because the other dogs were more fun. When it came time to leave, the little dog came with us. I figured we were dropping her off somewhere for Jody and Pam but no. She went with us all the way to my house! I didn't know what to think of her. She ate alot, she slept alot, she had to go outside alot, and she was too tiny for me to really play with. I kept looking at my parents trying to get them to tell me what to do with her.

She took up my space, started to play with all of my toys, took some of my parent's attention away from me, and tried to eat out of my bowl at breakfast and dinner. Is this what a "sister" is? If so, I didn't want her.

Since Christmas, she's gotten a little bigger and needs someone to show her the ropes. I can do that. I know there are certain things that we don't chew on and certain ways that we are supposed to behave. There are times when she can be fun to play with too. I like having someone around the house that I get to boss around. This "sister" might be fun. We'll see.

 

I am Houdini!

January 13th 2009 11:36 am
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I haven't written in a while. Mom and Dad are always at their computers after play settles down so I can't get on. I'm sneaking this in to let you all know of my somewhat recent accomplishments.

Several months ago, Mom and Dad went out and left me in my crate. They always leave me in my crate when they can't take me with them so it's nothing new. This time I really wanted to go with them but my silly crate door doesn't open like the other crates. It folds into the crate; you have to push it in from the outside. Anyway, it took a little bit of work to get the little latch in my mouth, but once I did, I pulled up on it as high as I could, really quickly let go and moved my head to block it from falling completely down, thus making my escape. Unfortunately Mom and Dad were already long gone by this point. I was very upset and took my sorrows out on my frisbee. That didn't cheer me up as I had hoped so I was just about to go to work on one of Dad's socks when the door opened and there they were! I was thrilled! When I ran down the steps to greet them, they were shocked (my crate is downstairs but Dad keeps his socks upstairs). Thankfully too shocked to be upset at all of the little plastic pieces (that used to be my frisbee) scattered all over the floor.

Since then, they have gotten this lock they call a carabiner to keep the door closed. I haven't figured it out yet... but I will.

 

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April 4th 2008 5:35 am
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There's a bunny living in my yard. I'm gonna get him. My parents figured out that the tags on my collar would jingle when I ran after him so they have been taking off my collar to keep me stealthy in the chase. He's fast, but one day I'll catch him off guard.

I first discovered him one night when I got sick from swallowing bits of a plastic toy (now I've learned to just spit those to the side instead). Daddy took me out while Mommy cleaned my crate and there he was! In my yard! He was almost as big as me at the time but I just knew that I could get him. Well he was a little cheater and ran under the fence where I can't go. I waited a long time for him to come back but Daddy made me come inside muttering something about it being 3am, whatever that means. I whined in my crate for a little while afterwards and then realized that if I faked sick, I would get to go out and search again. That was worthless because the bunny didn't come back that night.

Bring it on bunny! I'm ready for you next time!

 
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