Luck Derry Dawson Herder

Silky Terrier
Picture of Luck Derry Dawson Herder, a male Silky Terrier

Photo Comments

Home:Petaling Jaya, Selangor, Malaysia  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

Photo Comments

Photo Comments

Photo Comments

Photo Comments

Photo Comments

Photo Comments

   Leave a bone for Luck Derry Dawson Herder

Dawson, Dog Dog, Furball, Baby

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

Tearing up all kinds of paper, playing Fetch & Tug-of-War, his leash!

People hitting one another, getting nails clipped

Favorite Toy:
Tennis balls, his "blankie" /sleeping towel (used in Tug-of-War)

Favorite Food:
Broccoli, papaya, apples (only if it's sweet!!)

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere outdoors!

Best Tricks:
Paw shakes, sit, stay, fetching house keys & papers

Arrival Story:
Dawson became our family dog at the tender age of 2 months. My dad bought him from a dog breeder. He was the only pup in the litter who came running to my dad when called. I guess he was destined to be our pet.

Dawson has gone to doggie heaven on 15 Oct 06 after a bout of illness. His condition has gotten progressively worse over the past year. He suffered an eye ulcer the month before where we were told that he'd be eventually blind. On the 14th, he was crying the whole day long & the vet diagnosed further thyroid problem & other internal illness which full recovery was not guaranteed by surgery. We made the painful decision to end his misery in the most humane way possible. I am comforted by the thought that he's now in a better place, free from pain & I can picture him running around with his pup pal Minnie who had arrived there earlier. Thanks Dog Dog, for 13 years of unconditional love, fun & happiness. You will always be fondly remembered & greatly missed.

I've Been On Dogster Since:
December 7th 2004 More than 12 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:

Meet my family

Meet my Pup Pals
See all my Pup Pals
See all my Pup Pals

Dog Dog's Life - by Dawson

3 Months On....

January 8th 2007 8:23 am
[ Leave A Comment ]

How time flies. Before I know it, Dawson has left us for 3 months. Safe for the photos of him, all traces of him have been removed from the house within 2 days of his departure - his dog dishes, biscuits, toys, toiletries have been inherited & put to good use by a friend's dog & his blankies have been disposed.

It took me a full 2 months before I could look at pictures of him which I took & saved in my cellphone. After a hard day's work, I'll come home in the evenings expecting him to be at the door to greet me....and often times I still feel his presence even though he is no longer around.

There's a saying that when a pet is gone, it's never really gone because its spirit continues to live inside you. To Dog Dog's credit, I'm now a believer.


DON'T make me angry.....

February 10th 2005 3:58 am
[ Leave A Comment ]

Have you ever had one of those days when you just don't wanna be bathed? Well it happened to me about 3 weeks ago. I felt feverish & wasn't in the mood for for my meals which I wouldn't miss for anything in the world. Sis touched my head & declared that a trip to Doc's office may be necessary. Drat.

To add to my misery Mom also decided that I smelled more offensive than a dozen skunks. She tricked me into the bathroom & did the whole wash 'n blow-dry routine on me. When it's time for Mom & Sis to leash me up to go see Doc, something in me just snapped...kinda like that big green man in the movie. You know...the one with undersized pants? (And Sis said that I was fat...hmmph) Both of them jumped backwards when I showed my fangs but somehow got me leashed in the end.

When we reached Doc's office it took 2 of his men to restrain & muzzle me up. Doc did a blood test on me...ouch, did I mention that he used needles? He said that my blood looked ok, but gave me an antibiotic jab just in case. Aarghhh...I could feel my fur coat bursting & my skin turning green.

When I reached home, war was declared. I snapped at Sis & refused to sleep with Mom. For 4 whole days I turned my nose up on everyone's orders, hid at all corners of the house & ate only when hand-fed by Mom with papayas...nothing less will do.

At the 5th day, I begun to feel a little lonely as everyone was avoiding me. I decided that the green monster in me had outstayed its welcome & waved the olive branch. Furball returned to his old perky self.

Moral of the story : Beneath every matter how big or small, young or old, bald or furry, fat or thin...lies a green monster waiting for showtime. So don't ever make your dog angry. You won't like him when he's angry.


Bad Hair Day

January 18th 2005 11:33 pm
[ Leave A Comment ]

Mom is a retired hairstylist who still keeps an entire set of cool-looking scissors & combs. And guess who she uses her skills on these days?

A couple of days ago she complained that I looked like a relic from the Woodstock era & decided that a change of image is necessary. After my bath she happily clipped away my long silky tresses. Oh what mixed feelings I had seeing my pride & joy falling around me!! However, after a blow-dry & quick brush I realised that I felt a little lighter than before. Not only that, my mom cut my front hair into short bangs which actually made my huge brown eyes stand out...definitely a lethal "melting" weapon when begging for broccoli!!

Sis' reaction was hilarious. I went up to greet her when she came home & upon seeing my new look she went "Omigosh! Omigosh! What happened to you?!" for 10 whole minutes. She looked like she was laughing & crying at the same time. Despite Mom's approval of my new hairdo, Sis went on to comment that I look even more like a fat wiener now without the old furry cover-up. Sigh, you can never make everyone happy.

P/S : Sis wanted to take a picture of me to show all of you but changed her mind after I threatened her with a paper-shredding rampage.

See all diary entries for Luck Derry Dawson Herder