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Likes: My Mom is pretty cool; chewing on stuff; snuggling; eating
Pet-Peeves: I hate it when Izzy won't play with me! I also don't care to do my elimination business whilst on a walk - it's very uncouth; also, if you are going to shut a door, you might as well allow me to follow you, otherwise I will sit outside the door and whine.
Favorite Toy: Max! Also a Buster Cube is a nice way to kill a few seconds.
Favorite Food: Science Diet is what the people feed me; everyone in awhile I am allowed a few veggies. Don't care for spinach.
Favorite Walk: Down the street
Best Tricks: I learned to sit in about a day, although really my "sit" is more of a lean/sprawl
Arrival Story: The important 3rd dog continued to elude my family. Finally, after asking nicely, Mom was allowed to look for a 3rd dog. Wanting to make everyone feel important, she allowed The Man to pick me out. My petfinder profile listed me as a Lab/Border Collie mix. After seeing me, it was unclear as to where the lab and collie mix were hiding. My foster mom saw both my mom and dad and swears that they were a mix of lab and collie. Okay...
After a walk in a local neighborhood with no teeth baring, I was allowed to go home with my new people. I'm not overly fond of riding in cars, so my new Mom let me sit in her lap the entire ride home. She scritched my ears and pet me the whole time, thus cementing her as my favorite person.
I've been with my new family for a few days now. Izzy is rather indifferent to me, but does love the higher level of competition I bring to the game of fetch. I think Max is just the coolest thing ever! I follow him around everywhere.
So far, I'm diggin my new home!
Bio: Any ideas on what I may be a mix of would be welcome. Mom swears I look like I am part Great Dane - at 6 months old I am about 60 pounds, plus I gots the big paws!
Forums Motto: Sleep all day, party all night
The Groups I'm In: ♣ Furiends'N'Fun ♣ , Fancypants Cafe, Got Spots?, ~*Dog Park PlayGround and Pawty Place*~, Barkers Unable To Teetotal (BUTT), D.A.M.N! - Dogs Against Maternal Neurosis!, Dyson Dogster/Catster, For The Love of Every Dog, P*I*F (Paw it Forward), Second Bananas Unite!, ~Dogs, ~~~*♥Dog Park USA♥*~~~
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Mom leashed us all up and we headed towards greatness.
I tend to get a little "too" excited in the car and start barking and whoopin' it up as soon as I notice where we are going.
When we first arrived, there were not that many pups there. But soon enough, the park filled up. Eventually, this ginormously sloppy looking guy showed up with his equally ginormous Golden Retriever.
That's when the trouble started.
Apparently this guy likes to make trouble everytime he comes to the park. He also likes to drink a little sum'in, sum'in before hand was well.
Mom had never seen him before, so had no idea what she was up against (or vice versa).
Ahem.
To make a long story short - fat guy started harrassing Mom about me being "aggressive". Although, each time he hollered at her for this, I was either rolled over, exposing my belly, or being chased by a group of dogs - tail wagging.
No one else seemed to notice this "aggressive" behavior he was refering to.
Mom tried to ignore him, but he insisted on following her around the park, yelling at her about my "aggressive " tendencies.
Finally, Mom had had enough.
NO ONE calls her boy aggressive!!! So, after the last aggressive comment, Mom turned to him and spouted off some, uhhh, not so nice words. Basically telling him what he needs to do, how he can do it, and what will happen if he doesn't do it.
Most of the words she used are un-repeatable. Mom likes to use bad words when she is mad. And boy was she mad!!!
Mean guy gathered up his dog and left. Mom felt a little sheepish about all the yelling she did, but was quickly told by other park people that this guy is known for that kind of behavior.
They also pointed out that I was certainly/obviously NOT being aggressive.
You will all be happy to know (especially you, Nelly) that I was magnificent at the Turkey Trot! Last year I was a bit overwhelmed, but this year I really wowed the crowd! Mom took some pictures, but the computer-picture-thingy is acting up, so ya'll will have to wait to see how snazzy I look in my race bandana...
The turkey itself was divine! The Man really out did himself this year :)
Then, as The Man was preparing to head up to Crappy Town, Maxwell staged a sit-in a refused to leave with him! Hooray!! Maxwell stayed with us! I love it when he does that! So, that meant even more playing!
Grammy kept me pretty busy too. I tried to follow her wherever she went, just to keep an eye on her - she knows where the silver is kept, afterall...
Dog park, romping, eating, patrolling.
Phew! For once, I was actually glad to see Mom leave for work this morning, I needed some sleep!!
The Turkey Trot is this Thursday. Mom and Grammy are picking up our race packets tomorrow. I will have a race bandana and my own race number!! Last year was a bit overwhelming at first - there were about 20,000 people there! Eventually I calmed down and enjoyed my romp through downtown Dallas.
Mom was remiss in helping me train for the race this year. Sure, it's only a 5K (for you metric pups out there!!), but many pups don't realize that training for this type of event goes way beyond simply cardio endurance. It is also important to practice the appropriate smile for the fans, as well as the come hither look for the laydeez.
It's tough work and I would have appreciated a bit more time to train!!
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