Age: 12 Years Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
|Home:Toms River, NJ ||[I have a diary!] |
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October 15th 2003
Acting crazy, having a good time, being the center of attention, going for boat rides
Thunder, fireworks, rainy days
Any soft and fluffy toy with a sqeaker inside
Carrots, peppers, chicken, liver
Around the neighborhood, especially by the docks
Anything involving giving my paw
It used to be that I couldn't even stand breathing the same air as another dog. Now Meghan (she's my girl) has me trained. That trainer, Donna, she's the boss. She says "Dogs Need Rules" and, cute as I am, that applies to me too. But it's not so bad, because now I can tolerate another dog's stinky dog breath air. (Maybe I'll never love it, but that's ok. As long as I'm not getting Meghan into any more trouble with my little 'outbursts.')
Rebel with 'Rules'
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I've Been On Dogster Since:
|August 6th 2008
||More than 7 years!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
December 9th 2009 11:15 am
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Ok, so the first incident happened in the summer of 2008. I was out back, hanging around the group of people and they gave me one of the ribs that they were cooking on the grill. ***Heaven!*** So I'm going at it, thrilled and blissed-out, when this girl came over and tried to take it from me. (I didn't know she was only trying to move it). In that instant, I was all animal, and my instincts to guard this wonderful food kicked in, and before I knew it, I bit her foot. I bit through her flip flop, right into her toe. There was a lot of blood, a lot of yelling at me, so I ran inside and hid under the bed. I was scared. The girl had to go to the emergency room to get stitches. I felt really bad.
The second incident happened in December 2008. My girl, Meghan, was walking me down by the docks. I was up on the ledge when I spotted a bunch of ducks. Now, you must first understand that I hate ducks! They taunt me, they torment me, they're just so smug, what with their flying and quacking. So i zeroed in. I was in my predatory zone. Meghan told me to get off the ledge, because she was afraid that I would fall into the water, but I couldn't break my focus. So she used her hand to guide me off the ledge, only I didn't realize it was her hand (to be fair, she was wearing a glove). All I was thinking was that a duck was coming at me in a surprise attack, so I latched onto her hand with my teeth, and I shook my head back and forth, growling. It wasn't until she screamed that I snapped out of it and realized I had bitten her. I knew I was in trouble. (I know you guys know what I'm talking about). So I didn't budge as she tried to walk me back home. We eventually made it back to the house (her brother came out, and I fell in line). I felt so crappy. Why did I have to zone out like that? But Meghan, she tries to be tough & firm with me, but she can never be mad at me for long. Even though all was forgiven, I also knew that some things were going to change around here, and I was in for some rules.
November 2nd 2009 11:46 am
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It was September 2005 when I began to sense something was different with mom. She was soon diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer. Which was actually kind of good for me, because it meant that she was home now all day and I could spend every minute with her. I became her side kick. And, even though I loved the attention, that dog sense in me knew that this really was not good. So I wouldn't leave her side, even when she would go to the bathroom! (If she insisted on not letting me follow her in I would just sit outside the door and wait).
So that's how it went for about two years, until she went away one day with dad. Then Meg and Pat were coming and going and I could smell tension and sadness. And the three of them came home without mom on March 15, 2008.
I was lost.
I would sit outside at nighttime and look up towards the sky, letting the breeze hit my face.
Then Meghan (the girl) wanted me with her a lot. I began to spend more and more time down in her room, and started sleeping in her bed. (it's good that she wears earplugs, cuz my snoring is out of control!). So we started getting along ok, this girl and I.
That is, until the "incidents" began...
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