Nicknames: Kody-Dog, Kody-Bear, Bud, Buddy, Sweet Boy
Gotcha Date: July 23rd 2008
Birthday: July 4th 2007
Likes: I love to play with my friends and new sisters, and now that I've realized that Mommy and Daddy aren't going to hurt me, I love getting petted by them.
Pet-Peeves: I still get scared by anyone making fast movements or raising their voice, by new situations, and by unfamiliar things.
Favorite Toy: I'd never had toys before, so when I first saw them, I wasn't sure what they were for. At first I was afraid of them, but not anymore. I mostly like to watch my sisters play with toys, but I'm starting to show interest in some.
Favorite Food: Anything! I was starved before I found my new home, so I'm grateful for any food Mom will give me. I really like MEAT of course, raw or cooked (steak, chicken, cold cuts, anything except for bologne). I love chewing on bones and bullysticks too!
Favorite Walk: Now that I'm over my fear of the leash, I love going for walks with Mommy and my sisters around the neighborhood.
Best Tricks: Sit, Shake Paw, and High-Five. I'm a very well-mannered dog in general, and very good at heeling when I walk with Mommy on a loose leash.
Arrival Story: I'd been wandering for awhile. Who knows where I came from, but one day I found a nice little neighborhood. There was another dog that wandered around there, Maggie, but she told me she had a family. I wasn't sure what she meant, because I don't think I've really ever had a family - at least not people that cared about me. Well, this dog is pretty smart, and she led me to a house where four other dogs live. I could get into their yard, but for some reason they couldn't leave. It seemed really weird, but now I understand. Anyway, I stuck around and played with them for awhile, and that's how I met my Mom. At first I was very scared of humans, but with some work, Mommy got me to trust her. Mommy and Daddy had both said they didn't want anymore dogs, but they couldn't help but fall in love with me, and I couldn't help but fall in love with them! One day, Mommy came back from the store and she had a green strappy thing. She put it on my neck (after a few tries... it sort of scared me at first). My sisters told me that it's called a collar, and it means that I belong to someone and am cared for. I am so glad to have a wonderful, loving family!
I could make this long and write out all the things I'm thankful for in detail, but it's late and my tummy is full of turkey which is making me drowsy, so this will be short and sweet.
I just wanted to wish all of my Dogster pals a Happy Thanksgiving. I'm so glad that you are all my friends!
Thanksgiving is my new favorite holiday, because Mommy and Daddy really spoiled me rotten with lots of delicious food. I wish every day was Thanksgiving!
In the spirit of tradition, what I'm thankful for can really be summed up quite simply, especially since my pals here know all that I've gone through and my story of how I've come to be where I am today:
I'm thankful that I have my wonderful family who has given me such a terrific forever home where I am very, very loved.
Boy oh boy! Mommy was checking her email and saw that I had gotten a star, a special gift, and a paw-mail! So she went to Dogster for me and turns out I've been picked as Rottie Ruler of the Week in my group Rotties Rule!!! What an honor! I feel so special, and Mommy was really happy for me and proud.
To make today even better, I have decided that Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, and here's why. This past Wednesday, Mommy and Daddy had some friends over for a Pre-Thanksgiving dinner. There was tons of food! I got some left over turkey and ham and it was so good. Well I guess there were even more leftovers than I originally thought, because today Daddy pulled out the rest of the turkey - it was still in the fridge. He cut some up and started making dinner for himself and Mommy, and Mommy sat down at the table with the rest of the carcass. She pulled off a ton of meat, skin, and fat, and guess what? All us pets got to eat it all!!! I got a big bowl and it was so yummy, I ate every last bit of it and licked my bowl completely clean. Now this might not sound as incredibly special, but here's the best part - that was only Pre-Thanksgiving! This Thursday is the real Thanksgiving and we get to have lots more turkey and ham AGAIN! Holidays are PAWSOME! I'm so thankful that I have such a wonderful, loving family - during the holidays and all year round too. :)
I am slowly starting to take interest in these things they call "toys". Mommy and Daddy act like this is a very good thing, but I'm still a little confused.
The first time I decided to be interested in what I thought was a toy, it was a bad idea. See, Mommy has a ton of these plastic horse things. They look like toys to me, but Mommy says that they are valuable collectible model horses. She sits at her desk and works on them all the time, and I like to watch.
One night, Mommy was rearranging these plastic horses and going from room to room putting them on different shelves and such. While she was in the bedroom, I pushed open the door to the guest room where some of these plastic things were laying carefully on the bed. I thought that since these things mean so much to Mommy, that maybe there's something to them. And wouldn't Mommy be proud of me if I showed my affection for them too and helped her out?
Very carefully, I picked a small one off the bed. I tried to grip it by its tail with my mouth and carry it away so that I could show Mommy that I was helping. Unfortunately, I didn't realize that these plastic things are much more fragile that the types of toys my sisters play with, and I chomped right through the tail and dropped the model on the floor.
Mommy came running in and was very mad. She scolded me, and I went and hid for awhile. Mommy is such a softy though, she couldn't stay mad at me long, plus she said she felt mad at herself for not shutting the door all the way and making me so scared and sad. So she pet me and tried to offer me some dog toys.
When Daddy got home from work that night, I was very excited to see him, as were Mommy and my sisters. They all started to play with Daddy, and I watched. Then Daddy came over to me with a tennis ball and tried to get me to take it. Mommy got an idea and took the ball and threw it up in the air just a little bit over my head and... I caught it! I caught it in my mouth! Mommy and Daddy were SO excited. They praised me and petted me and hugged me.
For awhile they tossed me the tennis ball, and almost every time I would either catch it in the air or chase it if it bounced right near me. And every time I did, I got tons of lovins. Maybe there is something to this idea of playing with toys.