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Leave a bone for Reba *~Nov 11, 98 - Oct 19, 08

Nicknames: Re-re, Rebasha, Mucus, and Mutt

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Sun Sign:  Quick Bio:
 Birthday: November 11th 1998
 Likes: Her soccerball, tennis ball, jumping on the trampoline, coming inside, Barqs Root Beer, going for car/truck rides, playing/teasing the other dogs, rounding up the horses, being loved, loving people, and sitting on the couch

Pet-Peeves: People ignoring her, talking to her but not petting her, petting other dogs/animals, and eating in front of her

Favorite Toy: Soccerball

Favorite Food: Beef Jerky

Favorite Walk: Anywhere

Best Tricks: Shaking paw/hand

Arrival Story: We just had to put our dalmation down, and there was a friend of my mom's at her office. She told my mom that her boxer had just had a litter of puppies and if my mom wanted she could bring a puppy up for my mom. My mom agreed, then after she saw the first one she told her friend that she would need two, one for my sister and one for me. She had brought up a fawn one and she started telling my mom about the brendal color, so my mom told her to bring a brendal and the same one she had already brought up, the next night. So the next day my mom got my dad to bring my sister and I up to her office and when we got there, there was two little boxers running around on the floor. I immediatly went to the brendal, and my sister went to the fawn. My mom later on told me that she thought I wouldn't like the brendal because of her coloring, but thats the reason I fell in love with her. Her personality just fits her color, she's wild but caring.

Bio: 10.19.2008 we lost Reba. My sister went out to get Milan and walked past Reba's dog house, and when she didn't move she called for my Mom. My brother got me and I went out just as my Mom was walking away from her house, she told me she was gone. She had died in her sleep, on her pillow. She was a good girl. November 11th she would have made ten years. She lived a good life, she was a good dog. She is buried in our back yard, I will miss her dearly.

Forums Motto: Gotta howl at the moon!

I've Been On Dogster Since:
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More than 7 years! |

I Was In The:
2004-2005 Holiday Picture Party!
 Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id: 92962

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December 3rd 2004 5:40 pm
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Today was kind of slow. Mom went off to school as usual, so my morning was long. Until Pawpaw came over and got me so that I could play with Ruby. I don't understand why she's so scared of me. She'll run up to me when I'm not looking, bite my hind leg, then as soon as I turn around she takes off running. I mean I haven't done anything to scare her.... Although the other day I accidentally pushed her off the porch. I didn't mean to, I put my paw out to play with her and she was closer than I thought, she just went rolling down the steps. Pawpaw, Mawmaw, Grandma, Kassie, and Mom were all there to see me do it too. Mom just looked at me then pulled me to her so I couldn't go check on Ruby. Kassie went and picked her up and brought her back onto the porch. She limped around for a little while, but I think it was just to get some attention, because when Pawpaw put her in his lap and started petting her she was perfectly fine from then on.
Anyway, so we played. Then Grandma got home from going to the store. She pulled the car into the yard and left the gate open, surprisingly she let me run with the gate open. I helped her unload the horse feed, I showed her were it was muddy and were to put the feed, you know so she wouldn't trip. Then I would run over and pick on Rocko because I was running and he wasn't.
Then the big yellow thing brought Mom home! Grandma started walking to the gate and said "Go get her." I ran to the gate and stood there. I wasn't sure what she was talking about, then I saw Mom and so I ran to her. She was happy to see me! But who wouldn't be. So then we went back in the yard and fed the horses, I helped Mom get the horses to go where they were supposed to. I love barking at them, until they turn their butt's to me. Then I know that is when I'm supposed to run.
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