Likes: I like sleeping just as much as I like eating. In fact, when I'm not sleeping I'm usually eating, and when I'm not eating I'm usually sleeping. Oh, and I also like attention, getting belly rubs, and giving kisses!!
Pet-Peeves: Getting my nails trimmed, getting a haircut, going to the vet, and thunderstorms. I have to be wrapped up in a safety blanket and cuddle up close to mom during thunderstorms so that I feel safe, but I'm oblivious to the vacuum! Go ahead, call me crazy!!
Favorite Toy: Pillows, soft toys, and tennis balls. My favorite game is "Whip the stuffing outta that pillow!" Oh yeah, great game! I'm the best at it!
Favorite Food: I'm not too picky, just give me food... NOW! Oh, and momma, ya aren't sneaky. I know that new yogurt is non fat! And I also hate the taste... plain? Yuck!
Favorite Walk: I like to mosey around with my nose to the ground. Pretty much anywhere.
Best Tricks: I can get attention and act cute really well! Plus I know how to sit, Ha! And I learned how to "give paw" at age thirteen, so for all you puppers who think it's too late to learn something... tsk tsk.
Arrival Story: When I was just a little kid, not old enough to remember this much, I got sick with pneumonia and had to have surgeries and hospitalization for about a month's time. My dad was a grade-school teacher at the time and took an entire month off to take care of me. In his absence, some of his students raised about a hundred dollars to help out our family. My dad wanted to use the money to get me something special, something that would cheer me up, instead of using it to pay bills or whatnot. And so he walked into a pet store and, out of the several puppies there, chose the tiny black one with white paws who was easy to hold. When he took her to the vet, the vet said she was a runt and that she had skin issues (which ended up following her throughout her life). My older brother was the one who helped me pick out the name of "Socks" due to her markings. I grew up with Socks, though unfortunately she lived outside for the first few years of her life simply because my family didn't know any better. She not only grew up with me but all the neighborhood kids as well. She was known for being feisty and always ready to play. She loved to zoom in the yard -- her legs would go as fast as they could and she'd lean into her circles to make them as tight as possible. She loved to tug. She loved to be vocal when she played and us kids got a big kick out of it. She was never, ever aggressive with people. I would set my cereal bowl next to her bowl some mornings and I'd eat like a dog right next to her and she didn't care one bit. She put up with me when I wanted to dress her up and treat her more like a human baby than a dog. When I was old enough to know not to let go, Socks was an easy dog for me to walk. I could use her as a pillow when I wanted to lay on the floor. In fact, I loved just breathing in her comforting scent. Socks was a bossy little spitfire with other dogs but seemed to be understood in no uncertain terms by all. She loved to chase other dogs and could easily be coerced into giving chase. She had an amazing "stay" and was the most housebroken dog I've ever met. Socks was a trooper and taught me and my family so much about dogs... I really don't think I'd be the same person if Socks hadn't been my guide and best friend.
Socks was born on February 8, 1993 and passed to Rainbow Bridge January 5, 2009. I miss her greatly. I don't remember a time without her.
Bio: I got my name because as a pup I was jet black all over except for my white "socks" on all four paws. Now that I'm older, ya can't notice my socks as well because I'm turning white all over. Ack! You can see my one-and-only puppy pic on my page (yep, that little furball is me!) but unfortunately ya can't see my little pawsies in the picture! I grew up with a male cocker spaniel named Taffy, but he had to be put to sleep when he was about 16 and when I was about 5. But I only got peace and quiet for about 6 months and then this big ol' lug named Max showed up at my house one day! I finally got used to him and let him know that I was the ruler of the roost... then several years later a goofy 3 month old pup named Jasmine slinks into my living room, rolls over right in front of me and begs me not to hurt her. I didn't, but she stuck around anyway and those two are still occupying my house. Well, we've learned to live with eachother I suppose. Actually we are quite a loyal pack, hehehe. :-)
Dr. L is one classy lady. Mom got a letter in the mail today saying that Dr. L had made a donation to the American Holistic Veterinary Medical Association in my name. If more pets and their loved ones benefit from alternative medicine, like acupuncture, as I did... more power to 'em!