Hero


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Home:Olympia, WA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 2 Years   Sex: Male

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Nicknames:
Hero, RoRo, Roshima, Heroshima, Shima, Horatio

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

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Likes:
Running into rabbit holes and unstuffing stufed toys

Pet-Peeves:
Bath time and hair dryers.... and the DREMEL!!

Favorite Toy:
Monty, his little brother

Favorite Food:
All that is edible.... and lots that isn't

Favorite Walk:
The Schoolyard down the street....He loves playing fetch in the field there!!!

Best Tricks:
Fetch! He is the greatest Dachshund Retriever there is!!!! lol...

Arrival Story:
Hero was purchase from a breeder in Spokane, WA. I am friends with he breeder's daughter and she told me of the litter. I went online to see the pictures and I was in love with him the moment I saw him!!!

Bio:
Hero is a Black and Tan Dapple , or "Silver Dapple", Miniature Smooth Dachshund. He is my little show baby and we are working hard to make him a champion.His papered name is Paradice's Pint-Sized Hero!!!(cute, huh?) He is my second dachshund out of three, and is the light of my life. He loves to lounge around on his back with all legs sticking straight up. He loves to boss around Monty, his little brother (a long haired red dapple mini...and they really aren't related) and he adores his older sister Angel (a smooth red mini...again no biological relation).

Forums Motto:
13 points down, 2 points to go!

The Groups I'm In:
Deutsche Hunde Living Room, Dachshunds!!!!!!!!!, Dapple Doxies Rule!, Febreze® Pet Odor Eliminator™, SHOW DOGS!!!, Weenie Lovers, ^^^^******Dachshunds of the world******^^^^, ~ Dachshunds Forever ~

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Wouldn't this hurt?

I've Been On Dogster Since:
November 14th 2007 More than 2 years!

Dogster Id:
664282

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A Day in the Life of a Part-time Show Dog


Entry 1


November 15th 2007 9:42 pm
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I don't see why my human deems it necessary to do half of the things she does to me, but that doesn't stop her from doing it.

Yesterday she used some horrid tool on my nails. She called a dremel....it still didn't help the fact that I didn't like it. It spun and made a high pitched noise and it made my paw vibrate uncomfortably. So I bit it. Not one of my smartest decisions, since it was still spinning and hurt the roof of my mouth. I let go, letting out a yelp and watched in amazment as my human controlled the spinning thing with ease and grace as she dremeled the rest of my nails.

Then there was the bath. Today she found it absolutely necessary to stick me in a tub of lukewarm water and lather me up with some frou-frou strawberry stenched shampoo...not only did it smell horrendous and offending, the taste left much to be desired. After my human finished rinsing me off she placed me on the counter in front of the bathroom mirror. I gawked at some soppy looking rat dog and growled a warning, telling it to leave my territory. My human laughed at me and told me to stop growling at my reflection. I whimpered and started shaking a bit. Surely that skinny, underfed, and pathetic looking dog wasn't me.

But it was, and as I was realizing this, my human brought out yet another annoying contraption. The hair dryer....no matter where I go to hide from it, my human always..ALWAYS...picks me up a places me right infront of the evil, warm air blowing menace. I squirmed and wriggled and did everything I could to get away, but my human just as easily picked me up, repositioned me, and told me to 'knock it off.'

She is not all bad, my human. She does know about food. Right now I am munching on some excellent raw rabbit and anchovey kibble. Maybe I will allow her to cuddle with me tonight.

-Hero


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