Lu


Beagle
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Home:New Orleans  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 12 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Nicknames:
Moonjab, Tuna, Duna, Stinky, Beagle, Mama

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

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Quick Bio:
-purebred-dog rescue

Birthday:
November 1st 2001

Likes:
To be curled up next to her people and sleeping

Pet-Peeves:
When someone bothers her when she's sleeping. Watch out.

Favorite Toy:
Squeeky toys

Favorite Food:
Sardines

Favorite Walk:
City Park

Best Tricks:
Tricking her people into thinking she's escaped when really she's just basking in the sun. Also circus dog. She sits up on her hind legs to ask for her belly to be rubbed.

Arrival Story:
It's complicated. See diary entry.

Bio:
She is a bossy beagle. She's super affectionate with her people. She loves to be loved. She is very jealous if another dog is getting loved on. She insists it be her. She knows we will do anything for her. She is a princess.

Forums Motto:
Me, me, me!

The Groups I'm In:
♥ We Are Mighty Beagles! ♥

I've Been On Dogster Since:
April 4th 2009 More than 5 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
976699


Meet my family
GroverGroverK-Doe

Meet my Pup Pals
 

I'm the Alpha of my pack!


In the beginning....

April 4th 2009 11:03 am
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My story is so complex and meaningful I don't even know where to begin. Well, let's see- you've heard of born on the wrong side of the tracks? I'm not sure where I was born or by whom or even if I'm full beagle. All I know is that I ended up at the SPCA shelter (deplorable!) as a pup and that someone across the bayou (wrong side) adopted me and I hightailed it outta there. I knew it just wasn't for me. The man got me for his annoying kid who pulled my tail. They left me in a tiny yard filled with kids toys. Even as a puppy I knew I was destined for better things. Those people just didn't get me. So I left. I mean, truthfully I've escaped my current home a time or two. But I'm a beagle and that's just how we roll sometimes. Our nose gets the best of us. I simply can't help it. But my puppyhood escape was truly that- an escape. It just didn't feel right over there. I didn't feel loved. And by loved I mean absolutely adored and coddled at all times! Anyway I sauntered up the road and just as I was about to cross the bayou (Bayou St. John in New Orleans) I spotted him. My future man! He had sucker written all over his face. Sometimes you just know when the right one comes along. I wagged my little tail and there he was, with another man in tow. The two of them gushed over me like I deserved. I didn't have a collar or a tag so they picked me up and took me to a house with guess what? Other dogs! Three of them. One of them was a puppy like me. This was very interesting to me. There was a huge yard and a couple of other people that fawned over my adorableness. I wasn't leaving here. No way.

Now I know what alot of you are thinking- what about my previous owner? Why didn't the people who found me try to seek him out? They admit that they could have been more, how do ya say it- proactive? But I was small with no collar or tag. They looked around for lost signs and looked on the computer but nothing of my short past surfaced so they kept me. Besides I had captured their hearts and they were sold on me.

Well, a couple of months past and my new (and awesome) dad was walking me and my new brother (and rival) Grover when that other man pulled up next to us in a van. I barely recongnized him but he thought he recognized me. He didn't say my name (he didn't have one for me). He just meanly declared that I was his dog. My new dad said I wasn't and endured some questioning from the man. I barked at him like I do to strangers. I didn't know or want to know this man. Back off dude! My new dad was defiant. It had been months. For some reason my dad told the man where we lived (just over the bayou). I guess he was trying to show the man that I was his and that he wasn't hiding anything. Well you know what that man did? He sent a police officer down to our house! The cop was a friend of his and after some questioning to one of my moms (I have a large extended family) the cop determined it was domestic issue and went away. We never heard from that man again. If I was his or he cared he would have had a name and put up signs I went missing or came by to get me himself. I was only a couple of months old when my new dad found me and was days out of the SPCA (my spay tattoo determined that) so call it divine intervention but I found my place and I love it. It's got all the amenties a beagle could want. A Ma and a Pa who love me to pieces, an extended family who live next door and take care of me too and lots of other dogs that I like to dominate and show who is boss around here. I've got a big yard with tons of smells. There are even squirrels and doves to chase. I've been here 7 years and I love it. I survived Hurricane Katrina and moved back to New Orleans (there is no place I'd rather be). I am the bossy alpha of my pack of 4 and living life to the fullest.

 
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