  "Know what? I'm CUDDLY!"
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Age: 4 Years Sex: Male Weight: 11-25 lbs
"Check me out, I be smrt!"
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Leave a bone for Garfield
Nicknames:
Funky, Baby G, The Pope, Garfunkle, Funkle, Mr. G
Doggie Dynamics:
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Likes:
His couch, his window, his chicken treats, cuddling with his dad, being chased around and diving under the couch, his girlfriend Maya, Little sister Missy
Pet-Peeves:
Little sister Missy, people coming near him when he's eating
Favorite Toy:
His giant Tweety Bird, anything he can dismantle (stuffies!!!!) and anything he can get from Little Sister
Favorite Food:
Chicken treats from costco, dog biscuits, rollover, biljack
Favorite Walk:
The boardwalk at fisherman's bay
Best Tricks:
Diving under the couch and his impression of the Pope
Arrival Story:
We lost our little shih-poo Zoey a few days before and my mom had heard through a client at her office and his wife, that they were going to put their little 9 month old puppy down because they couldnt take care of him (the couple were in their 80's). Missing our Zoey, Mom was oh no you cant, let me talk to my husband.
My dad of course was missing our girl and said no, not yet. But mom worked him over and they went to see him on a sunday. The proviso, was that they were LOOKING.
I woke up from my headache to find him sitting on my bed. When I asked him about what happend to looking, My dad laughed and said I dont know, they had him packed and waiting.
Poor little man was scared of EVERYTHING. They didnt really do much in socializing him while doing what they could for him. He's come a long way in 3 years with us (4 years this August)
Forums Motto:
Pope Funkle the First!
The Groups I'm In:
TINY PAWS CRUISE LINE II AND FURIENDS!
I've Been On Dogster Since:
Dogster Id:
954287
 for 302 days
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August 12th 2009 12:40 pm
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I have big sister typing this for me, so let me introduce myself.
My name is Garfield and no I'm not a cat, but my previous owners have a weird sense of humor.
I came to live with big sister, big brother, "Walter" my big four legged brother (his real name is Zack but he acts like that puppet of Jeff Dunham's) and my new Mom and Dad.
This worked for awhile till big sister got fussy and wanted a little girl dog because she missed having a little girl in the house and then this one day, she and Mom and Dad left me and Zack alone and then big brother went out.
This was great, I like quiet so I can sit and chew on treats and toys and dismember them, good times let me tell you.
Mom and Dad and big sister came home with this tiny wee snip of a squeaky thing.
"This is for you." They said.
"Garfield, look you have a baby!" They said
Now I know I'm not the most vocal of the little four leggers, but I sure as heck would remember saying that I want a baby.
Now I'm just wanting her to go back home to the gypsies. I've gone from being 1 to being part of 2 to being part of 3 and wishing that we could go back to 2.
Daddy says that she'll be normal one of these days, I'm not so sure.
Missy's a bossy little Madam. Big sister says she should have called her O'Hara or Scarlett because she's fiesty.
I think big sister is NUTS!
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