Age: 11 Years Sex: Female Weight: 51-100 lbs
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Da-Hog, der Damon-Hund, Miss Bossy Boss, 87 lb. Horse
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April 15th 2003
Going "bee-why-ee-bee-why-ee". Back of the neck scritcheez. Sitting on my 'dopted baby brudder, Harlan. Dragging BittyButt, my very own cat, around by the scruff. Being the center of Mom's universe.
Having to share toys/treats/attention with Harlan. Being told "no", "off", or "down". When the steak is all gone. The Staffie b***h next door who taunts me through the fence.
BittyButt. Anything I can deflate, destuff, or destroy.
RMBs, steak, bully sticks, Harlan's hind legs.
Running at the dog park. Trips to PetCo.
Expanding to fit any size sleep space. Cat herder. Sit & Lay Down. Training my mom to dote on me.
My mom had always wanted a dog and when she finally moved into a house, she bought me from a friend, Grammy Shan, who was also a responsible breeder. I beat up my doggy siblings for 7 weeks, earning my nickname "Miss Bossy Boss". When I first met my new mom, I tried to show her too I was boss. After all, I was 10 whole pounds; I wasn't a baby anymore! But my new dad explained to me that there was going to be a new "food chain" and that I was going to be on the bottom of it. Well, humph to that! On the drive to my new home, I cried so loudly and heartbreakingly, my new mom almost turned the car around out of sheer guilt. That's when it dawned on me... maybe a more passive-aggressive approach would serve me better with my new family. Of course, as you pups know, some humans are easier to train than others. Mom's smart. She picked up stuff right away, like what spot on the bed would be mine, where my favourite scritchy places are, what foods she is allowed to bring home (steak!), what foods I better never find in my bowl (liver, grr!) and that, being a girl, I cannot be expected to go potty without company. Dad on the other hand *sigh* he's a stubborn one and not too bright, still insisting even after 5 years of training that food on the table belongs to him (as long as he's looking), that his sleeping place in on the pillows next to Mom and mine is at the foot of the bed (humph!), and that his cloth leg-coverings are called "pants" not "drool absorbers". Ah well, what's a da-hog to do?
One of the first toys I got was my very own cat, BittyButt. Mom said I wasn't allowed to play ruff with the 3 other cats because they were older and cranky, but she wanted me to have at least one four-legged friend in the house so BittyButt got a furever home the same time I did. He's a couple weeks younger than I am. I remember when Mom would bottlefeed him, he'd dribble a lot and I was in charge of cleaning him up. Yummy! Then he got bigger and we'd wrassle and chase each other till it was naptime. When Mom was teaching me how to ring my bell when I had to go potty, sometimes I'd forget and make a puddle on the floor. For most of you pups, that would be a problem, but if you've got your own cat, just pick him up by the scruff, drag him back & forth a few times and the puddle will disappear, like magic! Of course, your people may get a clue eventually, but if you know how to work the Sad-Eyed-Puppy Routine, you'll get away with it.
When I was 3, Mom decided I needed a tougher playmate than BittyButt (even though he has enough muscle on him to qualify as a bully breed, BOL!), so she put the word out that a furever home slot was opening. Once again, Grammy Shan flew to the rescue and Mom & Dad came home with Harlan, another Boxer who had been injured and abandoned at a horse stable. (Some people! Grr!) Well, I can't say I was all that thrilled at first with my new "baby brudder". He was scrawny, banged up, and had enough attitude for 3 dogs, but after a few days and some serious refereeing, we started approaching a state of equilibrium. Two years later and he's still a pain in my rump (he likes to steal my bully stick when I'm not looking, the little fartbag!), but he's fun to play with and I help him keep his face clean. And afterall, isn't that what big sisters are for?
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