Birthday: February 1st 2008 Likes: Nipping at people's toes, barking at himself in the mirror Pet-Peeves: The cat in the home he's currently staying in, being left alone Favorite Toy: Anything that moves, particularly a foam ball Favorite Food: Right now it's Alpo puppy food, but he's also getting some puppy milk Favorite Walk: Outside to go pee Best Tricks: He's already potty-trained at his young age! Arrival Story: No one knows where Squawky truly came from. All that is known is that a young ER physician was working one night when a man walked into his facility and dropped off a tiny dog, whom he said he picked up after someone threw it out of the window of a moving car. Then the man left. The doctor knew he couldn't leave the poor puppy helpless and defenseless, so he called his sleeping wife at 2:30 a.m. and asked if he could bring it home. The wife was totally out of it, so she said yes. Then later that morning she awoke to find a little puppy chewing on her papers. The doctor said he thought the wife might want to keep the little guy, but he forgot one thing: Their landlord doesn't allow dogs. So the puppy has found a new home with the doctor's neighbor, and all is well in the town of La Quinta. Bio: Since Squawky appeared out of nowhere, we are not entirely sure he's an Anatolian shepherd, however after looking at various photos of different breeds of puppies, we think he most resembles an Anatolian. But other people have commented that he looks like he could be a St. Bernard. Whatever he is, the unanimous consensus is that he's just darn cute. Forums Motto: It's my party & I'll squawk if I want to The Groups I'm In: Pawsome Pages
In my little short life, I've already had like four or five homes. My first home, of course, was with my doggie mother. I don't know where she is now, or where my littermates are. It's very sad -- we were all separated much too early!
My second home was with some guy who found me on the street after I got thrown from a moving car. I don't remember much about that part of my life.
My third home was when I stayed in a hospital ER for a few hours. The guy who found me on the street brought me to the ER and left me there. Some of the doctors brought me in and fed me and kept me warm in a little blanket.
My fourth home was when I went home with Dr. Dolittle (OK, that's not his real name, but just pretend). He was the best. He was so loving and he spoiled me and slept with me and comforted me when I squawked. His wife thought I should go to the Humane Society because I was so little and she was afraid that I needed professional care. But Dr. Dolittle wanted to keep me. His wife gave me a bath with some very nice-smelling lavender body wash from Crabtree & Evelyn. Yummy! She is the one who named me Squawky, because I kept her up all night long with my loud cries and whimpers.
But then Dr. Dolittle and his wife decided that they couldn't commit to keeping me, especially since they might be moving soon and also because their mean, ferocious cat wanted to kill me. So now my fifth home is with a nurse from Dr. Dolittle's hospital. At my new home, I have a very sweet cat friend, but also another mean cat enemy. However, with this new cat enemy, at least my life is not in danger. He doesn't like me much, but at least he hasn't put a hit out on me. My name at this new home is Guinness. Yuk! I like Squawky better.
Dr. Dolittle and his wife want me to come over for a playdate soon. They bought me all sorts of presents from Petco. Dr. Dolittle wishes he would've kept me, but I guess it's too late now. At least we can still be friends!
