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ASTI MEFISTOPHELES SPUMANTI |
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Ahh-Steee is a Shih Tzu, looks like a bandit Holstein cow! She's active and likes to climb up high as she can, maybe because she's such a shorty. Her "Grammy" somehow came up with the nick-name of "Moochie", and it's so interesting that so many people call her a Mooch! Asti has learned to appreciate food and snacks and human culinary delights. She likes to wrassle with Winky Poo, her mentor. Winks just sorts of ignores her as she can. Asti has to follow everywhere the Poo girl goes. Asti was born March 5th, 2000, purchased from a mall dog shop. She is a delight! |
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| WINKIE-POO |  |
Winkie-Poo is a pedigreed Dachsa-Poo: One
parent was a pedigreed Dachshund, and the other was a pedigreed Poodle.
What a great combination! She has a lean figure, can run FAST with her
tiny 3" legs, likes "Pedigree Choice Chunks" as well as
fresh carrots and radishes, ice cream cones, and she will occasionally
eat Teresa's cooking.
She has become a dedicated bed-hog-dog. The Winks enjoys going kayaking, for car rides, and walks with her friend Asti. My little girl doggie especially loves "The Mommy Lady", Teresa's Mom, Evelyn. |
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| BABABABOO |  |
BaBaBaBoo and I met at
the local dog pound. His furry face, the glint of humor in his eyes, his
wagging stub tail, and his pleading yapping attracted me to him immediately!
My theme song is the Perry Como ditty "Ba ba ba boo," which seemed
like a perfect name for such a unique friend. He was adopted by my mother
when she moved to Carlsbad to keep her eyes on me, now she can't keep her
eyes off her "little" doggy! Bubba is about as opposite of Winkie-Poo
as can be, but they are best of buddies.
Bubba passed away in October 2001, and is now happy in his heaven of leftovers on the floor, and lifting his leg on any cloud that gets near. |
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Stanley was the first dog I owned on my own. He was a mutt Cairn/Westie/? mix, which was perfect for me, as we were both natural blondes. He was acquired from the dog pound after much consideration. Every time I went to see him he'd bark and bark and bark. I finally asked my mom to check him out with me, and she talked me into getting him. Mothers (at least MY mother) gives the best advice! He was my guard dog when I was single and living alone, a companion in my life, a bed-hog dog, and my vacuum cleaner whenever it came to food. |
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