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Likes: sunbeams, alertting us when there is something awry in the neighborhood, or someone is here
Pet-Peeves: baths, stranger swho are taller than him (12" at head), not being as big as he thinks he is, dogs behind fences that are crazy and don't understand simple politeness
Favorite Toy: he has a blue weenie dog thing that for some reason he has not tore up yet, he mostly likes game where I hide then scare him and he runs away with some how fetch worked into it as well, it's complex, and wears him out good and quick
Favorite Food: lamb and rice, carrots from Lily
Favorite Walk: the long one up the mountain
Best Tricks: posing for the camera, scurring under things to get away, looking guilty or suave and debonair
Arrival Story: Well, i could tell you all about how i acquired fleder but why don't i let him tell you first.
Mi nombre es, Don Flederino, yo hablo engles por el gringos. I am from the desert. My people are aztec warriors, we orginated from the far east, we were brought here before the spainards; tis true. my "pack mates" are human one male whom took me from the desert and his female companion she es de peru y de italano, muy bueno mi amigos. The male, he is from south america, this americas, he talks funny like a strange american, he was washed away by a storm, that's when he came to take me from the desert, i was not sad, i was not allowed in the bed at my old pack house; there were many of us, i didn't mind going, i could see he was a good pack creature. His name is e.p. and he likes to play the chase con mi. sometimes i go visit the dogs more my size; or at least they seem more my size, bear and coal the labrodors, i have also played with smaller dogs as the Boxer and Boxer Am Staff mixes in Nuevo Orleano. they were fun, loco, but fun. It is time for my nap, thanks you, welcome to my page, and enjoy...ps ladies, i regret to let you know i am, eh, how do you say, no longer of providing you with the puppies...but if we meet, please don't mind my advances. Adios! Well please excuse him, he's a little full of himself, and very proud. - E.P.
Bio: I got Fleder out in the desert; my American Staffordshire died on my birthday, a month after Katrina, which forced me out of New Orleans. I'd only read about this breed, seen few pictures, until i was in Tucson on my way away from New Orleans. I met one, and i was sold. He's smaller than i hoped for, but i have a different existence now; so he's just right. A great snuggler, a burrower, and a lot of fun to play with. A very unique breed of dog indeed
Forums Motto: Aztec Warrior!
The Groups I'm In: Unusual Beauty
I've Been On Dogster Since:
Fleder has lost his year long battle with first started out as a Distemper diagnosis, then never recovered, by the end of this battle, he had a failing kidney, failing liver and a failing pancreas and signs of cancer, he shouldn't have even still been living, but he was, and like a true aztec warrior, he was brave til the end. He's in a better place now, and I hope he will come visit me in my dreams. . . I hope to see him again in his youthful strong form. He was a great dog, and I was glad to be his servant for his short time on this earth.
just when i thought it was time to stop taking the medicine;
it was,
but then
i was still coughing
and no energy.
Now, I'm still on the antibioticals
(E.P. has to shove them in my throat, ugh, they are gross)
still on the stuff in the syringe(no needles, ai, that'd be all pulp fiction, no thanks)
but i feel better
i eat like i used to
except i don' like the dry kibble
it's cold
I'm frisky
Distemper is a mean cat let me tell you
like one you find in your yard
and instead of running
it just rears up
hissses
an swats at you
for what
just because I want to say hi and sniff it's but
i grew up with a cat
we snuggled
i know the way of the feline
me and 'dusty bottoms'
we're cool
he's a freak though
running and hiding
oh he's fat too
haha
in that little tuxedo fur
boy
it's cold
i weesh i 'ad me some fur
i do have a nice new sweater though
eets argyle
i thing that means it was once alligator fur or something
well
I'm going to burrow into my blankets now
bye bye
My frenz, I have all but regained mi full abilities as a dog, I am as my owner says 92%. I'm not sue what this means from a man who is proud of being a 1%er. None the less, with all the force feeding, good drugs, mucho amore; I have prevailed. no strange paralysis, no seizures, nothing but a strange trip. It waas something that if i have to do all over again; i would pray to the big wolf in the sky to please no no no i don' wan' to! - Don Flederino! Gracias!
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