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Age: 8 Years Sex: Female Weight: 51-100 lbs
|Home:Cornersville, TN ||[I have a diary!] |
Leave a bone for Pebbles
Pebble, Mouse, Pebble Dee, Pebble Dee Dee & Miss Priss (she refuses to go out potty in the rain)
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May 5th 2005
Children, people, hunting squirrels, chasing birds, chasing Deer, digging holes and playing with her new dog family
Water, being in her crate, being told to stop digging holes and Natural Organic Peanut Butter (she spits it out)
Cherry Corner Rd. and the open fields behind our house where she can safely be off leash to run free
Sit & Paw
My husband and I stopped at the auto repair shop in town to drop off the Envoy to have a tire plugged. We were on our way to take Sarah (one of our foster GSD girls to the vet). My hubby had Petey with him. He brought him along for the ride and moral support for Sarah. The mechanic at the shop saw Petey and immidiately started telling my husband about a blue bully girl his brother had that was looking for a home. When we got back home from taking Sarah to her vet visit and paying bills hubby went to get her.
Pebbles tested a light positive for Ehrlichiosis on May 15th. She has bad arthritis and has trouble getting around.
I was given a second chance
The Groups I'm In:
Bully Ed 101
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|May 19th 2008
||More than 4 years!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
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November 23rd 2008 10:31 am
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Why own a dog? There's a danger you know,
You can't own just one, for the craving will grow.
There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger.
While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger.
One dog is no trouble, and two are so funny.
The third one is easy; the fourth one's a honey.
The fifth one is delightful; the sixth one's a breeze,
You find you can live with a houseful with ease.
So how 'bout another? Would you really dare?
They're really quite easy but oh, Lord the hair!
With dogs on the sofa and dogs on the bed,
And crates in the kitchen, it's no bother you said.
They're really no trouble their manners are great.
What's one more dog and just one more crate?
The sofa is hairy; the windows are crusty,
The floor is all footprints, the furniture all dusty.
The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few nose prints and a little more hair?
So let's keep a puppy, you can always find room,
And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom.
There's hardly a limit to the dogs you can add,
The thought of a cutback sure makes you sad.
Each one is so special, so useful, so funny,
The vet, the food bill grows larger, you owe money,
Your folks never visit; few friends come to stay,
Except other dog folks, who live all the same way.
Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs are dead too,
But your weekends are busy, your off with your crew.
There's dog food and vitamins, training and shots.
And entries and travel and motel which cost lots.
Is it worth it, you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then that favourite dog comes and climbs in your lap.
His look says you're special and you know that you will.
Keep all of the critters in spite of the bill.
But winter's a hassle; the dogs hate it too.
But they must have their walks though they're numb and you're blue.
Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout
At the dogs on the sofa that refuse to go out.
The dogs and the dog show, the travel, the thrills,
The work and the worry, the pressure, the bills.
The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are your life.
They're charming and funny and offset the strife.
You're lifestyle has changed. Things won't be the same.
Yes, those dogs are addictive and so is the game!
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