German Shepherd/Siberian Husky
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Age: 8 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Stalker Junior

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:

February 1st 2009

Following around her mommy.

Being left, even for a moment, in any place she cannot directly see her mommy.

Favorite Toy:
Rawhide bones

Favorite Food:
Iams biscuits

Favorite Walk:
Around the block

Best Tricks:
Sit down / fetch

Arrival Story:
I wanted a calm puppy to take places that people did not automatically fear as they do Zimba. My husband and I set off to find a dog and saw a van on the side of the road. The van had a sign that said "free puppies". I asked him to turn around. Pashia was in the back of the van lying down. Her two brothers were frantically barking, jumping and acting a bit spunky while she lay and napped. I decided she was the dog for us and we took her home.

Pashia was 9 weeks old when we got her and she is growing fast! Will post updated pictures soon. We are told Pashia is a mix of: German Shephard, Siberian Husky, Australian Shephard and Golden Retriever.

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Stalker Dog II

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A Pets Ten Commandments

I've Been On Dogster Since:
June 8th 2009 More than 7 years!

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My life....

Golf Carts and Garage Sales

June 29th 2009 2:05 pm
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Mommy and Daddy have two golf carts. One has a top and one does not. I decided that I prefer the one with the top. Zimba was a sun hog, but I prefer the shade.

Mommy and Daddy took me to some garage sales in our neighborhood this weekend. I must complain - in all of that time, they did not buy a single thing for me!! But I met lots of people and saw lots of things. I sat right up between them and watched everyone. I ate ice cubes from coolers holding water for sale; I saw a balloon a child was playing with and she tried to teach me about balloons, I got loose from Mommy and ran into someone's very big back yard, but only ignored her calls for a few minutes than ran back to her as fast as I could!

It was all fun and games until I met one neighborhood woman and her husband in particular. The woman knew Zimba. I guess she became friends with Zimba when he first arrived at Mommy and Daddy's. Her husband made all over me like there was no tomorrow and I ended up lying down in their garage while Mommy talked about Zimba.

This ended up being the last garage sale we went to, as Mommy ended up pretty upset. It made her sad to remember that at one time, this woman liked Zimba and let him into her house and would pet him. But pretty soon the other neighbors explained what a "pit bull" was according to their terms - and she never wanted to go near Zimba again.

During their conversation - this woman talked over Mommy and would not let her answer a question because she would spit out something ridiculous. She wanted to know where he got euthanized and she told her the name of the vet and that they allowed him to be euthanized in their large yard out back. This woman automatically theorized that it was because the vet's office would not allow Zimba inside. Mommy nearly cried as she had taken him there all the time she had him - and tried to explain to her that it was done outside because being closed up in a room scared him....but she would not listen and kept coming up with other derogatory comments about the pitbull breed. Like she had ever had one or knew of anyone who had!!!!!

I am glad I am not a 'pit bull'. People seem outrageously afraid of them and certainly are full of opinions if this woman is any judge. I loved Zimba - but I am starting to get a clearer picture of why he growled at strangers. Once they guessed his breed, it seems they would not give him a chance.

It doesn't seem quite fair that strangers accept me immediately when they would only accept Zimba if they had no preconceptions of 'pit bulls'. I guess being a friendly 'mutt' gives me advantages a million times over what Zimba ever knew. And I just think that sucks.....

Keep barking - Pashia


It is finally Friday!

June 26th 2009 6:17 am
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This morning Jade ate 20 pieces of cat food. Mommy seemed so thrilled! I did not get to witness it since she said she would try to get Jade to eat "in peace", whatever that means. I am glad she is eating again - hopefully that means she will start playing with me. Mommy says not to get my hopes up though.......sigh.......

I got to go for another ride last night - this time in Daddy's surburban. I have never been in it before. I stuck my head out the window a lot and it was fun.

We stopped at a convenience store and I picked out my very first pigs ear and met a few people. As soon as I had the pigs ear, I lost interest in it. Mommy was not upset - she is not sure if they are all that good for me anyway.

After that we went to my uncle's house. I have never been there before. I guess Mommy forgot that they had a cat....I chased her around for a few minutes until I had her cornered in a bedroom. Then mommy locked the cat in there. She said something about she had just been spayed and could rip her stitches, she had claws and did not like dogs. It was okay though - because I found some of her toys and played with them.

I guess Daddy was picking up golf carts. I didn't know that we had our very own - I guess we do not keep them at our house. I am quite the proficient golf cart rider already from going to my aunt's house - so I am excited that I will get to ride them. Maybe one day Mommy will let me drive????

I have decided - overall - that I like the golf carts better than the John Deere Tractor. The golf carts allow me room to stretch out. If there is more than one person on the golf cart - I can wedge myself between them and put my head on one of their legs. The tractor did not have as comfortable a spot for me to ride in and I had to be held on to very tightly so I did not fall.

Mommy says that I am starting to get stubborn. She says that when I hide under the kitchen table when it is time to go in my crate. I don't know what it means, I just know that I don't want mommy to go to work. Mommy says she is not amused by my antics since I have made her late twice this week by pretending that I needed to go potty, but not really having to - then hiding under the table when we come in. She has had to alter her schedule to allow 15 minutes just to get me into my crate. Since it is finally Friday - she will not have to go through this for the next 2 days.

Zimba is still gone and we all really miss him. Mommy and Daddy were crying again last night wishing things could have been different. Mommy told Daddy how I put 2 bones on his bed last night. I was not sure if he could chew on them or not - but I left them there just in case!!

Til next time - keep barking!


The dog park....

June 24th 2009 8:18 am
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Okay - so who out there has been to a dog park? I am almost 5 months old now and this was a new experience for me.

It all started off great. Mommy went to pick up her friend Stephanie - who brought her two dogs - Roxy and Nahla. I have known Roxy and Nahla since right after I came to live with mommy, so I was excited thinking we would all play in their backyard or go for another walk, but that is not what happened.

Roxy and Nahla got in the backseat of Mommy's car. Because I am special, I sat on Stephanie's lap in the passenger seat. Roxy kept trying to join me, but she was not allowed.

We get to this place called the dog park and Roxy and Nahla leave me to go romping around with other dogs. It was their 4th time there and they had made many friends.

Personally - I was not sure about this situation. So I laid down on top of the picnic bench where my mommy was sitting. I met several friendly humans and they tolerated my kissing them. I am a gentle soul and pretty calm and they seemed amazed by that.

I watched all of these dogs play - they played fetch, played with squeaky toys and just with each other. After an hour or so, I got down thinking I might play fetch - but I changed my mind. I got scared at one point and made mommy hold me.

Close to the end I finally got down for a couple of minutes at a time. I would take a toy from Roxy and even run a little bit. I liked the dogs called "rhodesian ridgeback and weimaraner". Not sure I spelled those right. They were calm. I did not play with them but I would let them come up to my table and sniff me without moving away from them.

I was happy to go home but scared of all of those dogs chasing me, so I asked mommy to carry me out. She called me "spoiled rotten" but carried me anyway.

I slept on Stephanie's lap on the way home - as Roxy was still not allowed up front. When we dropped them all off, I was confused - but I was tired so I only whined a little.

At home I was eager to tell Jade the cat all about the dog park. So eager, in fact, that I backed her into a corner. She is amazing. I did not know that she could sit up on her hind legs and hit me with both paws. I must learn this trick! I slapped back at her - but switched it up between my left and right paws just to keep her confused. Since neither of us landed a punch - I think we were just playing. Regardless - she did not want to hear about my dog park adventure.....

Until next time - keep barking!

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