Itchie


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"Itchie Paws"

Home:Williamstown, NJ  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 8 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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"We Don't Need No Stinkin' Costumes"

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Make Em Laugh

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"Make Em Laugh"

Be My Valentine

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Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
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Quick Bio:
-mutt-pound dog

Birthday:
May 1st 2006

Likes:
belly rub

Pet-Peeves:
getting his face washed

Favorite Toy:
his growling hedgehog

Favorite Food:
He loves when I had chicken to his kibble

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere, as long as it's not raining

Best Tricks:
Avoiding doing tricks, especially rolling over. He'll lay on his back and wiggle his legs in the air and expect his treat.

Arrival Story:
I first saw Itchie at the local animal shelter, and he was exactly what I was looking for...a little fluffy dog. Unfortunately, he was already adopted. I adopted another dog, a little larger than I wanted, but she seemed very calm. After two days, though, she decided I needed protection and tried to eat anyone who came near me, including my grandsons. Regretfully, I returned her to the shelter and waited a few weeks to look for another dog. I took two of my grandsons with me so I could find a dog who liked children, even though they don't live with me. Again, almost all of the dogs were very large, and as I'm getting older, they seemed too much for me to handle. As we were leaving the shelter, one of the woman asked "What about Itchie...he's at Petsmart?" It turned out to be the same dog I had seen before, who was returned because he was too active for the person who had adopted him. The boys and I zoomed up to Petsmart, and there he was. He jumped all over them and covered them with kisses. He was so bouncy and friendly, I knew it was meant to be. He's been an absolute joy. A great companion and walking buddy, who is in heaven when the boys come for a sleepover.

Bio:
Itchie now has a new sister. Her name is Roxie, a 4 year old Bichon Frise, who came from a rescue group. He's getting used to sharing and playing very nicely so far.

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I've Been On Dogster Since:
November 6th 2007 More than 7 years!

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Dogster Id:
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for 2204 days


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Roxie

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An Ornery Dog's Life


Cap'n Itchie Day

April 26th 2009 7:25 am
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It was just 2 years ago today
Cap'n Itchie came home, here to stay.
He'd been in the shelter twice, oh my!
So he hoped it was for good, this time.
Now let me sing a song of joy
For his Mommy's Itchie pride and joy.
Cap'n Itchie's Happy Gotcha Day

It's Cap'n Itchie's Happy Gotcha Day!
He's gonna have a treat or two.
Cap'n Itchie's Happy Gotcha Day!
Might even share with Roxie, too!

Cap'n Itchie's Gotcha, Cap'n Itchie's Gotcha,
Cap'n Itchies Happy Gotcha Day!

 

Ode to My New Sister Roxie

February 28th 2009 5:09 am
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You ain't nothin' but a Bichon
Blitzin' all the time.
You ain't nothin' but a fluff ball
whinin' all the time.
Well I stole your squeaky bunny
cause you ain't no friend of mine.

Well they said you were high class
that's a stoopid lie.
Well they said you were pure bred
that's the reason why
I hid your squeaky foxy
cause you ain't no friend of mine.

arf arf arf arf arf arf arf

You ain't nothin' but a Bichon
Prancin' all the time.
You ain't nothing but fluff butt
Whinin' all the time.
You try to eat my kibble
so you ain't no friend of mine.
Arooooo!

 

Wild Kingdom

December 24th 2008 8:57 am
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You wouldn't think we would have too much trouble with wildlife living in South Jersey, about a dozen miles from Philly, but nature is full of surprises. Our furiends already know about our adventures with the squirrellys and mousies that we do constant battle with (we have to keep them from getting in the house, don't we?) But what you didn't know is that I have a kind've Mexican standoff with a ground hog that occasionally decides to stroll through the yard. Mom still can't figure out how he gets under the fence cause he is so pudgy. And now there is a new menace. Giant pumas, or wildcats, or sumpn right in our yard! Mom looked out and saw a mother and 2 kittens (big kittens) walking through our back yard. Aha! We spotted them at the same time and tore through the doggie door. Imagine our amazement when the mother wheeled around, stood up on her hind legs (she was HUGE) and started hissing and batting at us with her enormous claws bared. The kittens ran under the shed, and when their mom was sure they were safe, she jumped on top of the 6' fence and continued to glare down at us. We ran round and round the shed (we can't fit underneath) barking and digging, but we couldn't get at em. Then Mom got our leashes (she was afraid we would get our eyes clawed out) and brought us inside and blocked off the door to give the the kittens time to get away. Geez, Mom, we coulda handled them (not so sure about the mom, though). After a while she looked out, and there were those nasty kittens laying right in front of the shed like they owned it. Oh, they were slick...they knew we couldn't get outside. If Mom only coulda heard the taunts they were hurling at us. And all we could do was sit at the door and seethe in frustration. Of course, it all ended peacefully enough. They eventually tired of their teasing and leisurely strolled away. Grrrrr! And Mom finally let us out again. We searched and searched, but they were gone. But of course, Roxie and me are now on alert to the new danger threatening our homestead, and are ever vigilant and on guard.

 
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