Nicknames: Napperman, Punkin Boy, El Tardo Montelban (Name on my birth certificate says Tippy Canoe Trump, but that's just too pretentious for me!
Birthday: December 14th 2002
Likes: People food, Puppy Parks, soccer, swimming, boating, and sleeping
Pet-Peeves: cats and people who wont share their food (Jimmy)
Favorite Toy: soccer and basketballs, sub bugs, any color plastic, or anything that goes in the pool
Favorite Food: steak and plastic
Favorite Walk: I will go anywhere~ but I guess my favorites are to the dog park or to my buddy Jimmy's to hunt lizards
Best Tricks: You might want to put me on your soccer team, I am as good as (at least!) beckham!
Arrival Story: Please sign my guestbook!
I came to live with my mom and dad when per chance, my dad (who was a plumber at the time) came to my original family's house to fix a problem. Dad saw me and asked my other dad about me (cuz he had a new dog, Tweek). Other dad said that he was trying to find a home for me (shock to me!) because he recently discovered I was deaf, and because he had three small girls, he was worried that I would'nt come when the girls called me (he had no idea how smart I really was!). My new dad took a shine to me immediately. It was like we were meant to be!) He told OD (other dad) that he would talk to my soon-to-be new mom and see if she would be interested in hooking me up with their new baby as a friend. Who knew she would come to be my first true love~~(ain't fate grand~), but I digress....... Anyways, Dad called Mom and set up a "date" for me to meet the beautiful Sweet Tweek Louise. Mom came to my old house and Tweek and I hit it off immediately~ She told old dad that we definitely wanted me....... Old Dad was worried because he bought me from a breeder and wanted to trade me for a "hearing dog" (like they are smarter than me...... hmmmph!) When he called the breeder, she told him that if he returned me, she would have to put me to sleep!!!!!! OD (Dog bless his heart) said NO WAY!! I will find another home for him... Anyways, Mom and Dad and Tweek had to go to an interview with the evil breeder lady to prove they would give me a good home (and for old dad to get another dog). Tweek and I played and played and won the evil breeder lady over. She said we were a good match and that she thought that Tweek would be a good guide for me (I dont need no stinking guide, but I was smitten with Tweekie!), so I got to go home with my new pack. Tweek was definitely the alpha dog cuz I was younger and newer, but I didn't care.... she was sooooo beautiful and we had such good times together...... We would play and go boating and had sooo much fun together, until the unthinkable happened (see Sweek Tweek Louise profile for the awful details). I was soooo sad. I remember Mom and Dad laying her on the floor for me to say goodbye... I barked a few times at her, but she didnt respond. Dad buried her in the garden under the window we loved to sit and (and I still do) so she would be close to us always... I miss her terribly, but Mom and Dad got me a new friend, Elsie Bella, and I am starting to fall in love again... It takes a while, but eventually life goes on..... I even have another little brother now, Marley Bob. He has a page here too.
Bio: I think my mom is amazing in the kitchen. I never take my eyes off of things when she is in there (you never know when a morsel will fall!) When dinnertime rolls around I stand guard over the stove and bark when I think its ready. If I could reach the stove I would cook it myself!
I love swimming, huntin lizards, and eating, mostly eating.... (steak please!)
Our wonderful Dogster Pal, Sunny Lee's mama made a terrible mistake and accidentally deleted her account!!! We aren't gonna question mama HOW she did it BOL, but if you are furiends with Sunny, please go to her page and re-add her. Sunny is very upset that she doesnt have her corral back. Thank DOG she got all her furiends and picfurs and stuffs back, everything cept her who corraled her, and you knows we gots to keep up with the life and times of one of our favoritest pups on Dogster! Her dogster ID is 794702 (sorry, I dont know how to make a direct link).
Mama is sharing this from a friend on FB. If you lost your baby and feel you just cant go thru the pain again, this may change your mind..
A DOGS LAST WISH
Before human beings die, they write their last will and testament
To leave their home and all they have to those they love.
I would do such, if I could write, to a poor and desperate, lonely stray, I would
give my happy home, my bowl, my cozy bed, my pillow, and my toys. The so loved lap, the tender stroking hands, the lovely voice, the place I had in someone' heart. The love that at last helped me find a peaceful end, held firmly in a sheltering embrace.
When I die, please don't say, "I will never have a pet again, the loss is far too much to stand." Chose a lonely, unloved dog and give him MY place. This is my inheritance. The love I leave behind is all I have to give.
A friend shared this on Facebook and Mama just loved it, so we want to share it with you!
I am Your Dog
I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your ear.
I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in life.
Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy now. That comes
with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle. You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all
trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a simple moment of your time?
That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me. So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of other of my kind, passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat. Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes. Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep, to run free in a distant land.
I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just "One more day" with me.
Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my eyes. What do you see?
If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart. Come to me not as "alpha" or as "trainer" or even "Mom or Dad," come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one anothers eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general. You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such things with.
Someone very different from you, and here I am. I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a "Dog on two feet" -- I know what you are.
You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still.
Now, come sit with me, on the floor. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper to my ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short.