Pharaoh Hounds
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Home:Anaheim, Orange County, CA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 6 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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The Roarster, Surefoot, Fuzzbutt, Li'l Monster & Himself

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:

July 27th 2008

Being with my family and running.

Being told not to do certain stuff that I like doin

Favorite Toy:
My big black Kong thing.

Favorite Food:
All my special snacks - yum.

Favorite Walk:
PetSmart for classes!

Best Tricks:
Licking faces and making people laugh.

Arrival Story:
Hi! My name is "Rory," but some people call me "Kr'msun Nefer-Temu Worth His Wait in Gold," (that's my special name) and I'm a nine week old Pharaoh Hound puppy. I was born in Washington state near this big thing called Mt. St. Helens and I've spent all of my life (so far) living and playing with my Mom, "Deja," and my three brothers, "Socks," "Beso," and "Jag" at the home of my mother's owner Dr. Cheryl, who is a very nice lady who takes sick animals and makes them all better. --- Yesterday, a man named Andy showed up and talked with Dr. Cheryl for a while and then they both came outside and played with me and my brothers. After a while, a friend of Dr. Cheryl named Crystal came over with my cousin, "Ett," who is just three weeks younger than me. It was a good day and we all had lots of fun. Dr. Cheryl, Crystal, Andy, and some other people talked and talked and talked, and before he left the man named Andy said he'd see me in the morning. --- Sure enough, Andy came back just like he said he would. He helped feed me, took me for a walk, and then we went back into the house. Dr. Cheryl kissed me and told me to be a good dog, and then told me I'd be going to start my own life now with people of my own to look after. She said she had talked a lot with Andy and another people named John, who live someplace called Southern California, and that she was sure that, if I learn lots of important type stuff, that I'd have them turned into first-rate Pharaoh Hound parents in no time. --- I was all excited to go--this is the day every young pup waits for; the day he gets his very own people! So I climbed into the carrier that my new Dad had brought with him and together we drove in a great big car thing (well, okay-he drove; I supervised) down to a place called Portland. There we went into a big, echoy building and waited in a line to talk to some other people behind a counter. They made a fuss over me, and made me feel special, and then we got into a big machine. I saw it out the window before we got in--it had wings. After a while it started to move...faster and faster, like when I'm chasing my brothers...then it leapt into the air! It was exciting. And loud, but it made me feel sleepy. So, I'm going to take a nap. I'll tell ya more later when my Dad and I get "home." I can't wait to see it and meet this John people who's going to be my other Dad. --- I think it's going to be a wonderful life that we'll all have together!

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September 27th 2008 More than 6 years!

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Family and those judge peoples

January 24th 2011 8:17 am
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Hiya guys. I sure am sorry I haven't written here for soooo long. My Grandma was real sick and hurting and I had to take care that she got lots of licks and stuff so she could feel better.

It really is bad when peoples get old and they can't be like they used to be. My Grandma is like that. You see, she had some tummy trouble and then she lost a lot of weight and then she started not remembering stuff. My Dad got real sad and busy taking care of Grandma.

Well, after a lot of those things called months, he found a special place with real nice peoples that could take care of Grandma. The bad thing is that she has to stay away from our home. I got sad with her gone, but Dad takes me over to see her a lot and she is feeling better.

I miss her. Lucky for me that I can sleep in her favorite chair, because I can still smell her and it makes me not so sad.

Oh, I almost forgot, I got to go back and stand in the ring thing for those judge peoples. Well, there was this judge that really liked me. He gave me some nice scratches behind my ears and gave my Dad a whole bunch of those ribbons. My Dad told me after that, I don't have to play in the ring if I don't want to anymore because I got that championship thing you get after you get 15 points.

I still don't know how much is 15 and I still can't find where my Dad keeps those point things, but I bet they taste good. My Dad is really proud of me for getting them - they have to taste good...don't you think?

Anyway, I got another new name. It's mostly the same name, but with a couple of changes in it.

DC Kr'msun Nefer-Temu Worth His Wait In Gold SC

My Dad said the 'DC' means I'm a champion in the ring thing and on the field where I get to chase the white plastic bags.

I told my Dad there should be a champion thing for when I get to run after my ball and bring it back to him. He said that I would only get a championship for that if I always gave it back to him after I got it. Where's the fun in that?

Well, guys, I got to get back to doing some other stuff. You gotta write and tell me how everyone is doing with you and your peoples. Bye.


I got a new name!

May 21st 2010 11:52 am
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Hey there, PupPals.

Sorry I haven't been doing too much here on Dogster lately, but I've been really busy doing lots of stuff. Some stuff has been fun, but some other stuff has been kinda yucky.

The bad stuff is that my Grandma has been reeeeeally sick with an upset tummy. My Dad says it's something called diverticulosis. Peoples have the longest names for stuff and things. I'd just call it a bad tummy, but my Dad says it's not fun for Grandma right now.

I tried to help. I brought over some of my favorite toys and bones to see if Grandma would like to play. I even gave her my extra special ball...ya know, the bouncy one I love to run after? My Dad said that playing wouldn't help Grandma.

No fair. Chewing my bones always makes me feel better. I guess I gotta try something else. My Dad said that just being near Grandma makes her smile.

I tried that and it works. She smiled. Isn't that neat?

Oh, and I got a new name. No, I'm still Rory, it's just that my special name just got a little longer. You see, I've been chasing the white plastic bag bunnies around a lot of fields and I guess I've been doing real good, 'cause my Dad now says I've become a senior courser and a field champion.

I don't know what that means, but as long as I get to chase the bunnies, then I'm a happy pup.

Anyway, my new name is:

FC Kr'Msun Nefer-Temu Worth His Wait In Gold SC

Neat, huh?

Anyway, I can hear my Grandma in the next room and she needs me to be there so she smiles. I gotta go.

Hey guys, do you have a long name or a special name like mine? Let me know.

Anyway, you guys have a great day. Bye


Dog of the Day? Me?

March 15th 2010 8:40 am
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Golly, PupPals, this is an honor. I knows that theres a whole lot of dogs here on Dogster and I wants to say hello to thems every chance I get. This is my big chance to say 'HI' to everyone...oh, and also to say thanks.

Hi! Thanks!

I woulda wrote sooner and said that, but I've been reeeeeeally busy chasing bunnies.

No, not those real bunnies. I mean the white plactic bag bunnies that I get to run after. My Dads call it Lure Coursing. I call it fun. Ya see, I get to run around a biiiig field with all kinds of other sighthounds (that's what I am) and we try to see who can catch the bunnies better. I get to run and have fun and my Dad Andy gets those funny ribbon things for holding me until it's my turn.

My Dad really is happy when he gets those ribbon things. He sure is funny like that.

I'm going to ask my Dad if I can post a picture of me running so you can see how much fun I'm having.

I hope all you guys are also having fun. How do you have fun?

Well, I gotta go practice being good on my leash. My Dad and I are going to see if I can be a good dog and earn a title for doing what I'm told. It's called a TDI and it means something special for peoples, but for me it means I can go to a people that's sick and make them feel better, ever though they might be in one of the hospital places. You know, a vet's office for peoples.

Anyway, I gotta practice. I'll let you know how I do after I take my test. Bye.

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