Dog → Greyhound
Orlando, FL
| Last Login: 5 years ago | Member Since: July, 2007 |
"Ashley, Fearless Female Racer, Kills Snakes With Single Bite"
Age: 0[human years]
Gender: Female
Looking For: a play pal
Available For: Friends
Living With: Male - Single and Satisfied
My Claim to Fame: Catching, carrying,and eating/chewing 10 pound gopher turtles, although not environmentally correct
Racing horses and winning
Chasing cows and scaring them so much they jump fences
Killing snakes with a single bite to cut them in half
Alerting owners to anything creeping in or out of the house, specifically unwanted insects/pests
My Favorite...Tricks: Catching toys thrown high in the air, running at full speed---about 50 mph, whining softly/pitifully for affectionate petting
Treats: Chew sticks, dog biscuits, milk,
Foods: Apples, Bread,
Toys: Small stuffed animals, takes one outside and brings it back--always
Words: Ashley, treat?, give me a kiss, I love you,
Noises: Owner getting up and moving anywhere
Sights: Owner entering the room or door, owner taking empty food bowl to kitchen, any living creature in the yard
Websites: www.dogage.com, www.dogs.about.com, www.pettales.blogspot.com
My Dislikes: Fireworks, loud noises, snakes (potential victim), certain dogfood, owner not playing with or petting me
For Friends, I Prefer: People to other animals
I Drink: Bowl Water
I Eat: Normally
Size Preference: Middle of the Road
Grooming: I like to be brushed
Religious or Ideological Preference: Buddhist
Loner or a Joiner? Joiner - I prefer small groups
Fight or Flight? Sit Back and Watch
When Walked, I Prefer to Be: On a Leash
I Sleep: All the Time
Bathroom Habits: Let me out!
Intimacy: I like to be cuddled
Eat Poop? Naturally
I First Met My Human Guardian(s)...: In a pet shop for fish. I was in a wire crate, starving, just brought in from the Naples, Florida, dog track. She came in for fish food, turned around and saw me. She asked the owner a few questions, and I was allowed to walk about the shop. She said she would come back in the afternoon and take me home. She lied. She took me straight to the vet for an exam. Although my bones were sticking out all over, the vet said I was in good health. I walked straight into the house and met Abel, another rescue dog. Then I decided to cry and bark for two weeks, just to see if she really was worthy as my new owner. In addition, I had diarrhia for two weeks. Suddenly, I decided I liked this new home. I especially liked the fact that I could still run around outside the 2000+ sq. ft. house, two times each day, at breakneck speed whenever I pleased. And no more cages.
