 Photo Comments Age: 7 Years Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
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Leave a bone for Bailey

Nicknames: Beary White

Doggie Dynamics:
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Sun Sign:  Quick Bio:
 Birthday: October 26th 2005
 Likes: Patrolling the yard, barking at squirrels, putting his head on your lap and staring up at you unnervingly, water, mud, snow, etc.

Pet-Peeves: Bicyclists

Favorite Toy: My lobster

Favorite Food: Poultry, or anything other than what i normally eat... without wheat of course!

Favorite Walk: I love to take walks in the woods, and around the pond so I can chase geese.

Best Tricks: Dissociation and my many Houdini acts... Disspearing is a favorite

Arrival Story: I knew a friends Wheaten, and fell in love with him. We found Bailey through an American breeder who flew him over from Limerick, Ireland.

Bio: Rambunctious, curious, mischievous, and playful... Always eager to run away into strangers arms or plunge into a pond full of geese. Bailey is a free-spirited, independent dog that would kiss anyone he encountered... unless they were dressed like a squirrel. He loves his brothers, Moose a pomeranian and Bowser, a toy poodle, and his cousin Heineken, a Weimaraner.

The Groups I'm In:
★★★Hollywood Pups, Tri-State Wheatens, Wheaten Greetin

I've Been On Dogster Since:
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More than 4 years! |

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id: 935178

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December 31st 2008 9:20 pm
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My family keep telling me that I should resolve in this new year not to run away. Sometimes, when I'm patrolling the yard, I hear that great unknown calling me to run through gate and down the street. The terrier across the street has been looking over this way, I'll visit him if I get the chance. The dog next door likes to ignore me, but Max the beagle two houses down greets me very loudly every morning. Lately, I been trying to get that squirrel that like to hang out under the bird feeder. I am as quiet as I can be, he still eludes me by a step. That slow dove this summer was not so lucky. The snow has stopped. Tommorrow, my foot steps will be quiet and maybe the squirrel will not be so quick.
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