Doolee


Pug/Pekingese
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Home:Fairfax, VA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Nicknames:
DoDo. Doodoo. Ddong Soonee. Doowee. Doodee. Doilee.

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-mutt

Birthday:
August 31st 2004

Likes:
Food. Running around to greet mommy. Belly/back rubs. Sleeping on mommy's lap. Sniffing each blade of grass. Moving leaves one-by-one. New toys and new people. Waking mommy up to go outside and then eating breakfast.

Pet-Peeves:
Rain. Vacuum cleaner. Toothbrush.

Favorite Toy:
Orange Dinosaur. Lifesaver ring. Rope. Anything that squeaks or rolls.

Favorite Food:
Beef Jerky treats. Anything on the kitchen floor. Vicariously eating mommy's food by sniffing and licking the air.

Favorite Walk:
Walking away from home, and into the car.

Best Tricks:
Doolee knows how to sit, lay, high-five, speak, count to three, crawl, rollover, hide and seek, resist temptation, zig-zag, find her tail, and get toy! A quick and curious learner, Doolee is constantly picking up new tricks and words.

Arrival Story:
After months and months of searching for the perfect puppy, my quest ended when I finally found Doolee online. It seemed like an eternity as I eagerly awaited to hear back from Doolee's parents. Yet, as soon as I met Doolee, I instantly knew my journey was over and that this adorable dog was the one! It was love at first sight.

Bio:
Doolee is named after a popular green dinosaur cartoon.

Forums Motto:
Will Work for FOOD

I've Been On Dogster Since:
November 6th 2004 More than 9 years!

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Dogster Id:
85766


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Caught Red-Handed!

April 6th 2006 2:00 pm
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To sniff is to live. Sniffing is my calling in life. Included amongst my many discoveries are a chicken bone dug in the sand at the beach, and a single sesame seed hidden underneath the dishwasher.

Last night, my keen but flat nose directed me toward the scent of something delicious in the bedroom. Sniff, sniff, sniff... (Mind you, since the bedroom is forbidden ground for me, these were quiet covert sniffs) My trail grew stronger and stronger-- I knew I was onto something very yummy. As I approached the source of the smell, I happily discovered lunch remnants in a brown paper bag. I stuck my head inside the bag and readied myself to pounce on the newly discovered treat. Then, at that moment, my heart dropped as I realized my dire predicament-- my head was stuck in the handle of the bag! Oh no, cursed bag! There was no way out, and sure enough, I was quickly caught red-handed.

To my surprise, my mom did not yell at me. Unfortunately, she also did not remove the bag from my head either-- tough love. I was so utterly embarrassed that I stood alone in the corner with the bag hanging from my shameful head.

 

Halitosis

January 19th 2006 1:07 pm
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Last weekend, I yawned in front of my mom. The pungent odor coming from my yawn must have offended my mom so much so that she immediately stood up and headed straight to the "room". The "room" can be good or bad... From the "room" comes delightful treats like chicken breasts, beef jerkies, biscuits, or new rubber toys. Yet, from the same "room" comes my sweater, my bath towel, my traveling bag, or worst of all, my green toothbrush. I have much more to share about my theories on the mystical "room", however, that will have to be expounded upon in another entry.

My mom proceeded to grip my head in a full-nelson-- there was nowhere to run. Thus, began the race... a race to see if I can gulp all of the toothpaste on my green toothbrush before my mom can brush my teeth. The victory was almost mine for the taking, that was until my mom readjusted her death grip and vigorously brushed up, down, left to right. My mom showed no mercy, and needless to say, my mom won. I resignedly conceded defeat. When I finally saw my green toothbrush, I was shocked to see that the white bristles had turned red. Red, from my blood!!!

"Nobody makes me bleed my own blood. NOBODY!" (except my mom)

 

My Oscar Performance - Puddle of Pee

November 24th 2004 9:09 pm
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Today I leaked in the foyer...oops. So when mommy took me out to pee, I had to crouch down and pretend like i was peeing to get my treat. Naturally, mommy fell for it...yummy! But that's where my acting came to an end. I forgot to clean up the evidence and when we came back inside, boy was I in trouble! Mommy stepped on the pee and almost threw up. Now, I am sitting in my crate. Time to dream about food.

 
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