Likes: He's a Beagle- naturally, he loves food, scents, people...did I mention food?
Pet-Peeves: Court Jester here does not like strange people (espiecally men), nor does he like fruits and vegetables that haven't been cooked until softened.
Favorite Toy: Bilbo loves bones and...frisbees. o_0
Favorite Food: Bilbo loves just about any food, but he does enjoy his treats; I use a meat log, beef recipe, for treats :D
Favorite Walk: Bilbo LOVES going hiking at the Vermillion Falls and there is also a safe spot where we can go swimming.
Best Tricks: His best trick is, undoubtedly, over. So long as I don't make him jump too much, he certainly doesn't mind.
Arrival Story: About a year ago my parents purchased and moved us into a house. I had been dreaming to get a dog for a long while, ever since I knew what a dog was, actually. Getting a house, I believed, would make my dream come true.
While we got ready, I was restless. All I could think about was getting a dog, a companion, a friend.
My mom adopted Maggie Mae and I cared for her as well as I could; unfourtuently, Maggie needed a fenced in yard. Walking her two hours a day just wasn't enough!
We returned Maggie to the shelter. I cried, but at least there were people who had a fenced in yard that wanted to adopt her.
Later on, my step-dad was looking on Craigslist when he found a ad that said BILBO BAGGINS NEEDS A HOME. Curious as to what a bilbo baggins was, he clicked, and found my dog. At first, he said it would be his, and I resented that.
Did he know anything about dogs? (Aside from the obvious)
When we got Bilbo, he rode in the back with me. And I cried. Believe me, I don't cry often, so that was special. Bilbo is 'my' dog.
Bio: Bilbo's birthday was unclear; the owners knew it was in early November, but not the exact date. So it became November 1st and it will stay such for as long as he lives. (Doesn't have to be physically living either, folks)
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Heya folks! Yesterday Mama took me out for a run in the woods; good times, good times. The water had rose though and my paws got sooo wet!! Of course, I didn’t complain. Mama would give me funny looks if I complained; learned that the hard way. Anyhowl, didn’t find what I was trackin’. Mama made me go in ‘cause she thought she herd people, but I had to walk on my leash back home, which is no fun at all because I listened to Mama! Why listen then go on walking home on a leash?!
But after that we did some weave stuff. And chute. :D
Over and out,
(This be Bilbo’s Mama)
Ugh! I don’t know why I forgot, or thought it wouldn’t apply to me, but I may not be able to do agility in 4-H this year. You have to get to a certain level of obedience; Bilbo and I got a red last year, but in pre-agility we did get a blue. It kind of irritates me that they have pre-agility and then you can’t move on. I can see their reasoning, but it doesn’t mean I have to agree with it. ;)
But if they require us getting to a novice obedience level (or out of the beginner circle during practice) I think it may take awhile. Bilbo listens well for a Beagle, I’ve been told, but he’s no star at obedience and I don’t particularly enjoy the classes myself but it does help keep his mind sharp. I’m going to talk to my agility trainers- they do 4-H. I’m going to see if I could take Obedience at Rio Gran, pass the beginners one, and then be able to do agility in 4-H. Some people may argue that because he hasn’t passed our first obedience he isn’t ready for the next agility, but we do go to classes and he has a nice recall and the like. He likes agility.
Hey, everydog. And those few pesky cats who dare read this diary. Tis right, Mr. Piddlepaws, I’m talking to you. Anyhow, Momma told me this holiday called Halloween is coming up. Wanna know the dumbest part of it? Momma getsa go ‘round, begging for treats, but I don’t get none! Nope, none for Bilbo the cutest dang Beagle any of ya have ever seen. The injustice of this is just appalling, don’t ‘cha agree? But I still getta go along and maybe Momma will bring meh a special treat. Hehe. If we’re lucky, we’ll run into some kiddies who’ll give me sweets! Oooooh, how good that’d be! I howl just thinking about it everydog (and Piddlepaws).
Momma said she ain’t dressin’ me up for Halloween though, which I suppose is a good thing since I don’t like wearin’ clothing too much. But guess what, everybody!! Momma taught me a “new” trick. (really, it’s an old one, but she ain’t told many people) I jump into her arms. Can do it on the left side and on the right. Can do it from some short distances or long ones. Really fun and she ain’t dropped me yet…well, she did, but she fell too so I say we’re about even.