Nicknames: When she first came to live with us, she was called Mitzi. We have re-named her for the shepherdess in Shakespeare's "As You Like It," Phoebe. We also call her Feebles.
Birthday: April 11th 2006
Likes: I love playing, mealtimes, morning cuddles, treats and toys. Running alongside my mom's bike is my favorite..
Pet-Peeves: Loud noises.
Favorite Toy: I love having a whole basket of toys. I drag each of them out and play with them by myself, or I bug Sebastian until he plays with me.
Favorite Food: I like cheese, peanut butter, chicken jerky treats and Natural Balance dog food.
Favorite Walk: I love being outside. The grass and flowerbeds are so cool and comfortable. Running downhill is my favorite.
Best Tricks: Mom uses clicker training. I know sit, down, stay and dead. I roll over, jump thru a hoop, and turn in a circle. I take a tissue from a box, dance on my hind legs and go into a kennel on command.
Arrival Story: Phoebe had been tossed around for a while and probably mistreated. She came to our home as a foster dog. She was so timid at first that we barely saw her for 3 weeks. She responded well to being in our home. She greets us jubilantly every time we come home. With her sweet personality and affectionate ways, she stole our hearts. She has been officially adopted as our Phoebe.
Bio: Phoebe is probably some kind of mix. I love the way she smells like cookies!
Forums Motto: Sweet and Shy, with a high energy edge.
Phoebe is beautifully sleek at only 20 pounds. She is full grown, so she may fill out a bit. She is about 14 inches tall and has a very long back.
Her legs are very strong and sturdy, and she is a good jumper and climber. She can clear our 30 inch baby gate!
We bought a Walky-dog for Phoebe. She is so fast I could not keep up with her running, so now we go for runs with my bike. I ride, and the Walky-dog keeps Phoebe right by the side of the bike. She is so swift, she not only keeps up with the bike, she out-runs it!
When I put my head down and sniff Phoebe's head, she smells like a sugar cookie! She is definitely a sweet doggie!
I found another baby possum yesterday. This one was a little older than the one I rescued before, but it was in bad shape. I picked it up and brought it to Mom in the kitchen. Mom tried to help, but this little one had very severe injuries and didn't make it thru the night. We are all a little sadder today.
(Phoebe seems to have an affinity for young creatures. I found out that before she was rescued she had a litter of two puppies. One of them was killed by another dog. The other one is fine and has been adopted into a good home. No wonder she was so fearful when she first came here!)
Things were really exciting last Saturday morning. Sebastian and I tangled with an opossum. When Mom saw us in the backyard barking over the furry body, she called us into the house and latched the doggie door closed. The big faker waited a little while, and then got up and left the yard. When Mom came back to check, she was gone.
Then things got more exciting. Mom heard some huffing noises--kinda like tiny sneezes. She looked over by the garage and saw something about the size of a mouse, but kinda not like a mouse. She then went on her computer and looked up baby possums. She called the wildlife rescue people who told her to put the baby possum in a box, keep it warm and bring it in for rescue. Mother opossums do not come back for babies that have dropped off them! But she had heard the funny huffing noise in another area of the yard earlier. The rescue people said to look and try to find the other baby. She tried, but the baby wasn't making the sounds any more, and she started to get worried that a cat would find it before she could.
So she did a funny thing. She held the box with the baby possum down where Sebastian and I could see and sniff it. She told us there was another one like it and to find it for her. Then she let us out into the backyard. I bet she expected Sebastian to find it and bark at her to let her know where it was.
She was so surprised when I came trotting up to her with the baby possum in my mouth! (How else was I going to carry it?) She told me to put it down, and I did. She picked it up and put it in the box with the other possum baby. She was so relieved that I found it and brought it right to her. And I didn't hurt that little baby possum at all. I carried it carefully to Mom because she asked me to. I got lots of praise for being such a clever doggie.
Now I bet she expects me to find other lost things. Well, I'll try my best.