Wheaten Terrier
Picture of Bailey, a male Wheaten Terrier

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Age: 11 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Bailey

Beary White

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:

October 26th 2005

Patrolling the yard, barking at squirrels, putting his head on your lap and staring up at you unnervingly, water, mud, snow, etc.


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.

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.

I've Been On Dogster Since:
December 25th 2008 More than 8 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Meet my family

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Bailey Daily

New Year's Eve

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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