Fenway


Border Terrier/Norwich Terrier
Picture of Fenway, a male Border Terrier/Norwich Terrier

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Home:Beltsville, MD  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Nicknames:
The Mister, The Little Guy, Booboo, Ooojabooboo, Whoovemyboy, Yesssmeester, Mr. Poopiehead, Whoosedatboy?

Quick Bio:
-pound dog-dog rescue

Likes:
Getting "treats," going "outside," destroying stuffed toys, getting belly rubs ("dass a good one!"), sniffing trees, chasing (his own) tail, eating (his own) puke, barking at squirrels and other dogs, the RED SOX, when the Yankees lose, and his mommy.

Pet-Peeves:
Daddy's dreaded "blanket blender," being gated in that yucky kitchen, kennel cough, and whenever Mommy leaves.

Favorite Toy:
Stuffed brown cat (now deceased), stuffed white bone (now tied up in a knot), stuffed orange gorilla (now legless, 1 arm remaining), and yellow squeaky ball.

Favorite Food:
The "pea-nut but-ter?!?", grapes, bacon beggin' strips, tacks, chicken cookies, rawhide bones, toy stuffing, dirt, rib bones from Franklin's, and the occasional ant.

Favorite Walk:
Around Bldg. 11370, Powder Mill Village. Not much choice about this one.

Best Tricks:
"Bang!" (rolls over & plays dead), "Gimme paw," "sit," giving kisses, wags tail incessantly when presence is acknowledged, jumping into bathtub to pee when he knows he's not supposed to go inside!

Arrival Story:
After over a month of searching countless (OK, about 7) shelters in vain for the-dog-that-could-be-the-one, one sunny day in late July, Fenway's mommy (Manda) and I made the long trek to the Montgomery County shelter, where Fenway, formerly and most puzzingly known as "Max," was patiently, eagerly awaiting our arrival. When I approached the cage that he shared with two larger beagles (?), Fenway came to the fence and licked my hand, saying "I'm the one! Take me! Take me! I love the Red Sox!" One of the other dogs, competing for affection, tried to eat his face as he did this. We took Fenway outside, where he sniffed and played and sat on our laps contently. We instantly sensed that he was the one, so we proceeded to the desk and informed the staff that the wheat-colored terrier was to be ours. They insisted that we attend to the formality of filling out an application, and we were shocked to find out that ours was the first to be filled out for him, considering that he was just the cutest boy around. The next two days were crucial - since we lived outside of Montgomery County, we would only get to take our dog home (where he belonged) if no applications from Montgomery County were placed on him. As it turned out, TWO apps were placed, but both, unbelievably, were dropped. Fenway was ours! Er, mine. Er, ours! Whatever. We took him from the shelter and he promptly escaped from the leash, excited to be outside. Shrug. It was the end of a long search and the beginning of an infinitely longer journey, and Fenway promptly rewarded our persistence, christening his presence in our lives as it were, by puking all over Mommy in the car. We came home and rather unsuccessfully attempted to watch "Best in Show" (featuring "God Loves a Terrier!") Watching Fenway get used to his new surroundings, we asked ourselves "what are we getting into?" as the little guy commenced his mission to put the "terror" in "terrier!" Anyway, a little over one month later, he's happy as happy can be, quite comfortable in his home, but also loving any opportunity to travel to Frederick to see his buddy Tia (Manda's parents' dog), or up north to see his cousin Howie (my brother Dan's dog) and his special Auntie ELIZABETH. :)

Bio:
All we know about Fenway's former existence is... that he was once named "Max"... that he was somewhere between 7-9 months old when we claimed him (7/24/04)... that the family who owned him had a son and they wrote down that they "didn't have time for him," and also that he "loved car rides," which is very true. The write-up on him from the Montgomery Co. website said "he's a very active little guy!" Ain't that the truth, yeesh! Also, it's worth mentioning that the night that we brought Fenway home, the Red Sox came from way behind to dramatically beat the Yankees on a 9th inning Bill Mueller walk-off home run. All three games that Fenway has watched on TV with his Daddy have resulted in Red Sox wins. Since his introduction into our lives, the Red Sox have won 26 games, while losing only 9, and moved in the standings from 10.5 games behind NY to only 3.5 games behind. Coincidence? I THINK NOT. Go Sox. Wuff, wuff!

I've Been On Dogster Since:
September 2nd 2004 More than 9 years!

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Dogster Id:
68975


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