Marley Bob Miller


Jack Russell Terrier
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Home:Lantana, FL  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 9 Years   Sex: Male

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   Leave a bone for Marley Bob Miller

Nicknames:
Monsterbob

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

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
August 9th 2005

Likes:
Loves running and playing with Snapper and Elsie, chasing squirrels, barking at strangers, and puppy park

Pet-Peeves:
cats, thunder, and fireworks

Favorite Toy:
Snapper and Elsie

Favorite Food:
steaks and scoobies

Favorite Walk:
to the dog park and to Jimmy and Jill's

Best Tricks:
Not poopin in the house anymore! Sit, shake hands, and occasionally stay

Arrival Story:
I came to my mom and dad cuz my original mom couldnt handle me. (I liked to pee and poop in da house). My Aunt Lisa hooked me up with my new pack and after a few (well, more than a few) training sessions, I am now one of the pack. I love my sister and brother, Snapper and Elsie (I am too young to know Tweek, but I hear a lot about her!). I really don't have too much story yet, but as you can see, I am sweet as can be~ Please leave a bone for me. I am always looking for new pup pals too..

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Forums Motto:
Get the squirrel, get the squirell!!!

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Does your furbling take all your toys?




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I've Been On Dogster Since:
January 7th 2008 More than 6 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
695843


Meet my family
Snapper
Mullethead
Miller
Sweet Tweek
Louise
Elsie Bella
Puddin Pie
In Loving
Memory of Odie
Lager
Hanna Banana
RIP my angel

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My Diary


My last will and testament

August 24th 2010 3:04 pm
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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.

 

PLEASE! Dont send us the free mighty dog Zealie!

August 1st 2010 1:29 pm
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We really appreciate the gesture, but anytime Dogster comes out with the free zealie, we get inundated with sooooo many zealies it is terrible. mom uses this email as work also and it really clogs up the system and there is no way she can look at the messages for all 5 dogs on our account! We arent trying to be mean or spoil the fun, but it really does get overwhelming! Thanks so much everyone~
We loves you all!
the Miller Pack

 

Look into my eyes

July 30th 2010 7:58 am
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A friend shared this on Facebook and Mama just loved it, so we want to share it with you!

I am Your Dog
Author Unknown

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.

--Love, Your Dog

Now, go sit on the floor and love your babies!!!

 
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