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Age: 12 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:

June 8th 2004

Napping with Mommy

Anything Sissy does

Favorite Toy:
Scrunchies from Mommy's hair

Favorite Food:
Tomatoes, milk

Favorite Walk:
Groban prefers to be carried

Best Tricks:
Sit, stay, down, speak, shake

I've Been On Dogster Since:
October 21st 2008 More than 8 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Meet my family
BearCalliope Rose

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Groban's Life

Garlic Bread

October 22nd 2008 9:38 am
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Last night Mommy and Michael had garlic bread with dinner. Since we're not completely set up in our new house yet, Mommy has to eat at the sofa for now. When she was finished, she put her plate on the floor and then forgot it was there. Michael went to the bathroom, Mommy went outside to take out the trash, Bubby was in his room, and Sissy was at the door waiting for Mommy. Seeing as how nobody was there to see, I very quickly snuck into the living room and ate the rest of Mommy's garlic bread! When Mommy returned, she noticed the garlic bread was missing, but I knew there was no way she would know who ate it, so I wasn't worried. Mommy loves me so much she just couldn't resist picking me up to love on me. Little did I know that garlic is a potent herb and my whole face stunk! Mommy knew right away who had eaten the garlic bread. It's a good thing I'm so cute; I got away with my thievery with only a small scolding.



October 21st 2008 3:07 pm
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I'm Groban. My Mommy and I have been together for 4 years now, and I think she's more in love with me today than she's ever been. I was an only dog for a while, and it was great. We lived alone and did everything together: went to the park, played with toys, visited Grandma and Grandpa, took naps (I really love naps), and had Mommy-son days nearly every weekend.

A couple of years later, Mommy met Bear. He was really skinny and had lots of bugs on him. He was very sad and felt like nobody loved him. Now I didn't think that Mommy could love anybody else but me, but I guess she had more love than I thought because she fell in love with Bear, too. He came to live with us, and that was alright. He stays to himself mostly and doesn't bother me. I like him except when he eats my food. Don't tell Mommy, but we used to play together when she wasn't looking.

The next year Mommy decided that she needed another dog. She claimed that I needed someone to play with, even though I tried to assure her I did not. She came home with this thing she called "Calliope". Let me assure you that this was not for me. I didn't like this Calliope and I voiced my opinion strongly. She bit me, tackled me, ate my food, stole my toys, and was just a general pain. Worst of all, she eats her poo and then lays in my bed. That's truly disgusting. Eventually, though, I gave in because I see that Mommy fell in love with her, too. I still don't like Calliope, who I call Sissy, but I put up with her for Mommy.

To make things even more difficult, Mommy met Michael. Michael has a son, Nicolae, who also steals my toys, but at least he doesn't eat poo or my food. He's not a fur baby, he's a really baby. He gives me kisses and tells me he loves me, so I put up with him, too. We all live together in our new house, and I guess it's alright. Mommy gives me lots of snuggles to show me how much she still loves me. I love her so much and I can't imagine my life without her. She is my world and everything I do is to make her happy.

Overall, I'm a good boy who's a little spoiled and a little opinionated. That's my life story so far. It's been quite a roller coaster, but I've adjusted well, and Mommy promises no more fur babies for a while.

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