Age: 15 Years Sex: Male Weight: 1-10 lbs
|Home:Turlock, CA ||[I have a diary!] |
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Little Black Devil
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Playing at the beach.wearing doggles, SciFi movies, being the boss, Finding stray kitties in his yard and chasing, catching and swinging kitties around by the tail as they scream like Banshees.
American Cocker Spaniels, nail trims,cows and the evil vacuum cleaner
Boo Boo Kitty
talking- says Mama, no and mine
We adopted Corker as a friend for our dog Chester. We got him from NARF animal rescue. He was in a kennel with two other nasty dogs that constantly bit and picked on him. He was a little puppy at the time, only 5 mos. old. He started springing up and down as soon as he saw my mom. He started ponying and doing anything to get her attention. That's how we knew he was the one.When considering having a dog in your life; there are many shelters and rescue dogs that need a good home.I can say from my experience that that they make wonderful pets!I feel very lucky to have Corker, Alexander, and Rusty in my life.
Corker was instantly accepted into the family by his loving older brother/father figure, Chester. Chester taught him everything about being a dog and did most things for him. He didn't think Corker should have to roll his own treat ball or start a bone. They were the best of friends for nearly three years. Chester went mad from a brain tumor and needed to be euthanized. Corker was heartbroken and refused to eat. He just moped around for nearly a week and had to be force fed. We went looking for a new friend to get him back on track and found Alois at a local pound. Corker was thrilled when we brought his new brother home but was upset because Alois was drugged up from his surgery. He gave a look like he was saying "This one's broken. Take him back." After a few days Alois was up and running and pooping Corker out with his Jack Russell enthusiasm. Corker assumed the same fatherly roll Chester had taken with him in raising his little brother.
I Am Fearless Leader!
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I've Been On Dogster Since:
|September 16th 2004
||More than 11 years!
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2005 Valentine's Day Party!
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December 25th 2009 10:10 pm
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I got up from my nap and my humans told me that Santa Claws had been here. They told us that he brought us lots of prezzies. I was so excited I ran out of bed and started crushing my brothers, both of which are bigger than me to get to my stocking. Then my humans had a stupid idea and said we all had to go outside potty before it was time to get stockings. I thought that sucked. I wanted my prezzies right then but I went outsideanyway. Then I saw a kitty and Alois and I chased him out of the yard and stook barking at him through the gate. Then my human told me that I wouldn't get to open my stocking unless I went potty. So I turned around and ran down the pathway to the backyard and shoved my slow poke brother out of the way. I wanted my prezzies and he was in the way of my getting them so I did my business and ran back to the house leaving my pokey brothers in my wake. Then mommy said that I had to wait for them to get back in, which seemed like forever even though I barked orders at them to get in the house. At last I got my stocking that had three prezzies. I got a dolly, a rattle horse and a dog that sort of looks like me when I'm angry. My brothers got their toys too and there were so many I didn't know what to go so I played with mine and slimed then and then stole my brother's toys too. It was very fun. Then we went to Granny's house and got more toys. I made a great haul. I dressed in my little King outfit and Granny and Papi thought I was the bestest and lavished me with affection before taking my picture.
July 24th 2009 10:18 pm
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My mommy had a wonderful little tree that had little tiny grape tomatoes on them. I used to have a great time grabbing a little snack while I went potty. She had Romas too but when I tried to pull them off the mean little plant bopped be in the head. Of course I couldn't let it get away with that so I attacked the bush and broke it. It won't hit me anymore. Well getting on with things, the most terrible thing happened. I went out to where my little tomato tree was and it wasn't there. I stood open mouthed for a moment and then started checking behind the tree or anywhere it could be hiding but I couldn't find it. My mommy did a nasty little thing and removed my snack tree. I used to love my run by fruitings but she said I tore up the bush and broke it and nothing grew anymore. I only had it leaning a little bit because the the little tomato on top was out of reach and I had to stand up. It was pretty poopy that mommy trashed my snack tree. Anyway, I'm going on a spa weekend to Granny's house to visit my friend Nacho, take over his house and loose the stress from my lack of tomato snacks.
May 19th 2009 10:37 pm
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My mommy gave me a new job. Something was stinking in the house and it was making everyone gag. Mommy said it was something like gross smells coming from outside. Those stupid cows I hate at the dairy must have been stinking up the world again with their nasty poop. I swear the only good cow is in my food bowl. I hate cows. Anyway mommy traced the smells to some of her books. The smell got in the pages and made them stinking. So instead of using her own cruddy useless human nose she used me as a stink tester. It was disgusting. I hated it so much I ran and hid under the chair so mommy wouldn't make me smell the stinky anymore. I did get a cookie out of it but I'm never playing stink tester again. I kind of became stink tester by default because my poopy brothers ran away and hid before I had a chance.
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