Pet-Peeves: Tall things, big things, big and tall things...
Favorite Toy: Mommy's fuzzy slippers
Favorite Food: Bil-Jac Treats
Favorite Walk: Back yard to the front yard.
Best Tricks: Watch Me, Come, Loose-leash Walking, Sit
Arrival Story: Dogs are man's best friend. I had been wanting another dog, ever since I had to get rid of my beloved Chihuahua, Sweetie, in '04. My family did not want another dog, especially not in the new house that we had moved into mid 2007. We already had a Black Lab named Hunter, who was seven by the time we got him. He was sweet and kind and lazy, and only walked 'well' with my father. But I kept at it. I poured over the classified, SPCA, Next-day-pets -- you name it, I looked at it. I used my grades to help my angle: straigh A's deserve a reward, right? And so on and so forth. Eventually, I talked them in into letting me get a dog. But NO puppies. So, I went with my mother to the local SPCA. We went in on the mindset of looking, but how can you say no to something so innocent? A few hours later and lots of persuasion, we left with Bella. Bella was a Belgian Tervuen and Collie mix: one of the prettiest dogs you will ever see. We thought she was perfect. But then we got home. The second we walked in the door, she layed eyes on the family cat, Alex. Within seconds she was out of reach and charging the welcome mat, locked onto our cat. But our cats are declawed, so the only defence she had was her teeth. As a result, by the time she was close enough to bit, it would be to late. We snatched her back and she wasn't calm until hours after our cat had dissappeared. Similar intances happened again and again. Within two days, she was back at the SPCA. This time, I not only decided to do RESEARCH, but to find a breeder suitable. I looked and looked, did quizzes, read books, looked at websites, until I settled on a breed: Pembroke Welsh Corgi. Their short legs had made them perfect for herding; the tail-less-ness is mearly cosmetic. (I think. :P). Anyway, choosing a breed is one thing; finding a breeder is another. I looked for days, almost a week, and hundreds of sites and breeders, until I narrowed it down to three different breeders in the classifies. We called all three; one was out of girls,(We needed a girl; we didn't want a dominace fight between our Lab and our Corgi.) one didn't pick up nor call back. The last had one girl left. The next day we drove out there, and meeting us in the driveway was the breeder and Abby. I loved her the moment I saw her. Forty-five minutes later, we paid and were driving off with Abby. Abby had been with us ever since.
Bio: She has champion bloodlines; both grandparents on both sides were all champions, her parents didn't show, but she could, if not for a white spot on her ear. Her breeder didn't usually breed, but she didn't have a litter the previous year, and had two to compensate.
Hey everyone! I just got back from a walk! I met the neighbors. They are very nice, but they also have an abnormal lack of hair...I might have to call the vet for them too...
Anywho, I had loads of fun! My mommy walked me an extra few dozen yards today, and I sprinted the last hundred feet, so I am worn out! I also found a piece of foil. It was very yummy, until my mommy saw I wasn't following her and saw what I was eating. She then ripped it out of my mouth--that was a whole new level of pain, not that I would tell her that. :D She can't know I'm going soft on her!
I have puppy training classes on Sunday at the local Petsmart and 3:15! I'm so exicted! I signed up a few weeks ago when we were buying my crate. This nice lady named Katie and her dog Maev came up and showed us around the store, then offered us to sign up. I just hope I don't have to go potty during the class!! Anyway, it's supposed to last like eight weeks, and it will teach me a bunch of commands like sit, stay, plus guarenteed potty training, which I think my mommy is pretty happy about. Yay!
Happy New Year, guyses! Boy, I am so excited about the New Year! In fact, I have a New Year Pawsolution! Want to know what it is? Okay, here it is: I want to be potty trained, and learn to fly! Well, maybe not the second one. (Happy thoughts DO NOT fuel flying powers, just FYI...) Anyway, I want to be potty trained! I'm so tired of being taken out when I don't need to, carried around...I'm just sick of it. Good Paws! Well, I'm going to go. Later!!