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Age: 10 Years Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
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Today is my Birthday!
Leave a bone for Sonny
Nicknames:
Sonny-bunny, pale face, Spots Magruder
Doggie Dynamics:
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Quick Bio:
Birthday:
June 1st 2002
Likes:
Getting his tummy scratched, long walks, rawhide bones, peanut butter, getting tucked in at night
Pet-Peeves:
Bruiser the wonder-mutt, being cold (having to wear a sweater when it's cold outside), bein yelled at (he's a very sensitive doggie)
Favorite Toy:
The Baby!! (fuzzy faceless toy from Pet-Co-has gone through 4 of them so far)
Favorite Food:
Dog Food: Pedigree lamb and vegetable chunks; People food: Little Caesar's pizza:(
Favorite Walk:
The big loop-5 miles through the park and surrounding neighborhoods
Best Tricks:
Um, sit? Oh, he gives his paw, too.
Arrival Story:
My husband had wanted a pure bred rottweiler for years. We had met with several breeders, and finally met one who was going to sell us one of her pups. Well, that fell through since the Mama did not have enough puppies. We decided enough was enough. We wanted a dog. Greg went to local animal rescue at our vet when I was at work and saw a forlorn, sweet looking white dog who had been at the rescue for 1 and a half years. After work, he took me to the place and I agreed that if I did not like him, we would not get him. They brought him out, and I fell in love with his black warm sparkly eyes and creamy complexion. He is my very best friend now!!!
Forums Motto:
Sonny-bewhiskered, sweet gentledog
I've Been On Dogster Since:
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More than 7 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
85565
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June 16th 2005 2:55 pm
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Dear Diary,
Today I am forced to wear a big plastic cone around my neck. I don't know what sort of cruel jokes the two leggers are playing on me. First I start feeling really sick and threw up and poopied everywhere. Then they brought my limp body to the vet, where i was inflicted with needles and thermometers placed in the most indecent of places and i was poked and prodded and observed. it was just awful! to top it off, they stuck a needle in my arm and a cone on my head and gave me some kind of shot..... hmm, i wonder what was in the shot. i am starting to feel so numb, yet so alive. bruiser has snakes coming out of his head. fuzzy is dancing the watoosie. fred the fish is now a giant shark.......... the colors, the shapes, ........ahhhhh, maybe life isn't so bad after all.............zzzzzzzzzzz
November 5th 2004 11:05 am
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Life. What does it mean? To some, it is nothing-an afterthought, a mere milkbone in the treat jar of the universe. But, ah, there is more, my friends. Life is a dream-an ephemeral wisp of existence, like a piece of stuffing that I rip out of my blanket. My teeth are like the crushing pressures which life bestows upon all of its creatures. They tear and gnash and rip at the green battered blanket until alas, the hole is torn open and the stuffing, representing the joy of existence, breaks out of its fabricated confines and can be FREE!!
But, I digress. Life is more like a bone-nay, a RAWHIDE bone. An object that starts out hard and unfeeling and cruel. Until it meets the warm, wet, sliminess of my spittle (much like the caring and nurturing of a mother's love). You chew and you spit, you chew and you spit, until what is left is a warm, pliable, mushy pile of rawhide spit. Hmmmm, perhaps this is an example of a bad life.
Anyhow, to live life is to escape its confines, much like the confines of my caged body. But see, my body may be caged, but my soul is FREE!!
Now, can I have a bone, or what?
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