Quinton (Irish: Fifth Child)
Saint Bernard/Labrador Retriever

Photo of Quinton (Irish: Fifth Child), a male Saint Bernard/Labrador Retriever
Home:Walnut Creek, CA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 6 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 100+ lbs

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Nicknames:
Monster, Kirk, Baby Bernardie, Baby Chihuahua

Quick Bio:
-purebred-mutt

Likes:
Rocks, ripping up feather pillows, eating the couch, taking up the whole bed, car rides, loves to be chased, seeing people jump when he barks.

Pet-Peeves:
The Vet, thunder, fire crackers, baths, ear cleaning

Favorite Toy:
Hair scrunchies, can't keep any in my hair. Any toy Ruari has, Quinton wants. Used to be rocks until he had surgery to remove one. Hasn't touched a rock since

Favorite Food:
Loves everything except chicken gizzards...too rubbery I guess. Will drop anything for butter, LOVES butter!

Favorite Walk:
To the car

Best Tricks:
High Five, cleaning the dishes in the dishwasher, counter surfing, drooling on people's clean clothes

Arrival Story:
My brother had a St. Bernard/Lab mix named Fazer. Fazer was diagnosed with a rare cancer at the young age of 6. He was my brothers ears (he's deaf) and his guardian angel many times. I had grown very close to Fazer, my brother allowed him to spend summers with me. When the time came to let Fazer go my brother couldn't do it so the task was left to me. It broke my heart to lose him and such a rare breed I would never see again. 6 years later my sister called from Idaho and said there's St. Bernard/Lab puppies in the paper. She got two and there were none left. I was devastated. A week later she called saying a man had returned one of the males. I grabbed him that day and I will never let him go. Quinton is very special, he has one white paw and a white mark on his chest that looks like an angel. What a blessing my Quinton is.

Bio:
My mom adopted me for $35.00. SO far, with all my vet bills, mom has invested thousands. She says I've been one expensive boy......she wants a return on her investment. 1. Ate rock...$3000.00 to remove 2. Ate Shitake Mushroom off counter...$5000.00 emergency room expense. Ate 2 catheters, 3 I.V. tubes and one E Collar. Had to tie me up to the doctors desk. Tried to eat the doctors lunch. 3. Ate clam, got really sick...I hate clams but mom was trying to take it from me when I was rolling on it, so I swallowed it. $1000.00 4. Ate 3 couches (we won't discuss costs) 5. Ate Christmas ornaments...$300.00 for X-Rays (thank God, came up negative) 6. TPLO surgery $4885.00

Forums Motto:
Fishing relieves stress

The Groups I'm In:
******big dogs only********, *LABRACADABRA!!*, 100+ pounders club.."Large and in charge", Dogs who love their moms

The Last Forum I Posted In:
tplo..is surgery the only answer?

I've Been On Dogster Since:
January 23rd 2004 More than 4 years!

Rosettes Given In The Past Month:
MoJo
Kita


Stars Given In The Past Month:
Trinity


Special Gifts Given In The Past Month:
Molly


Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
889

Meet my family

Ruari (Irish:
Red King)

Shamus
*ADOPTED*

Eirn *In
Loving Memory*

Fazer

Misty

Fergus

Angus

Meet my Pup Pals
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madison
(maddie)

Toby

Molly

Lena

Pandora - CGC
- WCD 2007

Toke

Cheez

Chica

Loo
2/7/2003-5/17/
2007

Chester

Spaindog´s
Pheres
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A Dog's Life by Quinton


DOG HAIKU


February 8th 2008 4:20 pm   [link to this entry]

I lie belly-up

In the sunshine, happier than

You will ever be.

I sound the alarm!

Paper boy -- come to kill us all

Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!

I sound the alarm!

Garbage man -- come to kill us all

Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!

Today I sniffed

Many dog behinds -- I celebrate

By kissing your face.

How do I love thee?

The ways are a numberless as

My hairs on the rug.

My human is home!

I am so ecstatic I have

Made a puddle.

I HATE my choke chain

Look, world, they strangle me Ack!

Ack! Ack! Ack! Ack! Ack!

Sleeping here, my chin

On your foot -- no greater bliss -- well, Maybe catching
rats.

Look in my eyes and

Deny it. No human could

Love you as much as I do,

The cat is not all

Bad -- she fills the litter box

With tootsie rolls.

Dig under the fence -- why?

Because it is there. Because it’s

There. Because it’s there.

I am your best friend,

Now, always, and especially

When you are eating.

I happily drink

Water for the porcelain pond

You close the lid. Why?

My owner’s mood is
Romantic - At their feet I
Let loose a loud one

I lift my leg and
Whiz on each bush - Hello Spot
Sniff this and weep.

-author unknow to me


A day at the emergency room


October 12th 2006 8:11 pm   [link to this entry]

Mom had to run me to the emergency room at 11:00 pm. I was so sick, running a fever and vomiting. The doctor said I probably ate something I shouldn't of. As we were leaving the hospital I threw up again so the doctor made me stay in the hospital for 3 more days. I spent all my time sleeping next to the doctors desk because I was a bad boy in the kennel, I chewed up 3 IV's, two catheters and ate one Elizabethan collar. My belly is better now and I'm back to my ol' self again. Still a mystery as to why I was so sick.

Love,
Quinton


My Tail of Devotion for Quinton (Irish: Fifth Child)


September 15th 2006 5:22 pm   [link to this entry]


Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?

Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still the same old story?

Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the "Chrysler Eagle" the " Chrysler Beagle"?

Dear God: If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?

Dear God: We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?

Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.

Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?

Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog.

1. I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.

2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.

3. The Litter Box is not a cookie jar.

4. The sofa is not a 'face towel'.
!
5. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.

6. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.

7. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying "hello".

8. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table .

9. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house - not after.

10. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.

11. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch.

12. The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing

P.S. Dear God: When I get to Heaven may I have my testicles back?


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