Favorite Food: I'm not picky, so um... EVERYTHING that fits in my mouth (except raw veggies - I will eat cooked veggies!). I once ate a whole loaf of bread.
Best Tricks: Sit, Stay, Speak (woof), Gentle (treat), Shake (south paw only), High Five (more like High Ten w/ both paws), Up / Down, Bang (play dead), Dance (jump & twirl), Jump (go vertical), and Roll Over.
Bio: You've never met a sweeter doggie than me!!! My true personality comes out when the food comes out... I'll do anything for treats! I loooooove people, but not *all* people... as I am an excellent judge of character. I've only growly growled at two people in my life - the VP at momma's work (he's kinda slimey) and a contractor (whom we did not end up hiring). I'm a silly pup - I love to make you laugh and hearing you laugh makes me act even sillier!
Ella came into our lives as Hope. We had been scouring the pages of PetFinder for months - one look at that smile and we were hooked. We submitted an application to AARF, had a home visit, followed by a trial period which started on 1/11/08, which rolled into three weeks of peeing and pooing her way into our lives. We just couldn't part with her sweet personality and her ginormous head. Upon signing the adoption papers, Ella became an official part of the pack on 2/2/08
The first time I met my peeps, I was unruly, counter surfing, and drinking from the toilet - basically a wild ball of puppy energy running amok at their house. I could not / would not sit still. I was a big blurry ball of brown fur.
Soon-to-be momma brought out the chicken treats, and oh.my.dog!!! It was like, bullet time from The Matrix... everything went ultra sloooow motion and my eyes got all huuuuge, my ears went full alert, my badonkadonk went *bonk* on the floor, and my tail started wagging hard and furious.
It was love at first sight... with the chicken treats, that is! As for the peeps, I figured that any peeps that offer me chicken treats after I counter surfed and drank outta their toilet were alright by me. ;o) The bonding would come a few days later - after our first nap / snuggle session on the couch.
Distinguishing Features: Chocolate brindle coat with white tipped anklets, white tipped tail, white chest, and a white diamond shaped marking on the back of the neck (affectionately known as the "luggage tag"). It has also been noted that as a pup, I had an unusually large noggin.
Today was my last day of coneage!
I got my stitches out!
I got my staples out!
I am a free doggie!
Before I hung up my cone of shame
I narded the little redneck this afternoon
by ramming my cone into his groinal area.
He bent over and said:
"OW, my nuts!!!"
Gramma didn't like that language!
Next time, he should just say:
"OW, my area!!!"
Well, you know how I told you
how I was hoping I wouldn't have to
go back to the vet?
Well two days after my stitches
I popped a couple of 'em out
(I don't know... don't look at me...
one second they were all intact,
the next, there were some stitches
laying on the ground...)
so I had to go back to see Dr. Kreeger.
This time... OMD...
(this is not for the faint of heart)
this time, Dr. Kreeger stapled me up
with STAPLES. METAL staples!!!
It's all very Frankenstein monsterish.
AND I have to wear the cone of shame.
ALL the TIME! It's sad, puppers!
The peeps take pics of me and post them on FB.
I don't think my moment of shame and misery
should be shared with the entire world to see!
Yeah, yeah, so I still get chicken meatses
to wrap around the pills I hafta take
and I'm given some kibble, as a chaser for the pills
but I am sick of being sick, pals!
I wanna run and jump and play and growl
and stomp and bash and stuffs.
I can't do that with this dang cone on my head!
I've gotten better an maneuvering with it though...
Day 1 was the worst... I couldn't walk a straight line,
bashed into doorways, walls, and peeps legs.
Day 2 was better... I could work my way through doorways
and hallways, but still rammed the peeps in the legs
Day 3 was even better... I could run and jump on the bed,
I could grab a gone and chew on it,
albeit not very well, but I managed.
Peeps' still getting physically abused by my conehead.
Okay, so I just like bashing the peeps
in the legs with my cone. It's so fun to hear them yelp!