Obie 05-352

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Obie arrived today after a busy afternoon of socializing with Red 05-182, Sky, Molly and foster sister Chelsea. I'm afraid we've plumb tuckered out this sweet 10 year old boy with all the play time, fresh air, and a marathon brushing/matt cutting session - he's totally zonked out at my feet. Hopefully he'll be as well behaved tomorrow after getting a good night's sleep and feeling fresh as a daisy!

Obie was relinquished to RAGOM because his family is moving to an apartment. He's reportedly good with kids, but since we have no two-legged critters, I may have to use the neighbor children as guinea pigs - if things don't go well in that department, I figure we'll save some money on Halloween candy this year :)

Obie has previously lived with cats, so I wasn't surprised as we walked in the house and he didn't even twitch a whisker when our little "No Fear" 5 month old kitten Cecil greeted him with a raised paw, ready to play (his definition of play is smacking dog noses and ambushing any moving creature as they unsuspectingly walk through doorways). This could be an interesting experience.... We already have an appointment for a total makeover tomorrow, and we'll be getting Obie to the vet in the next day or two and will let you know how he checks out healthwise. All we know for sure right now is that he's neutered (thank goodness!). In the meantime - let the games begin!

ObieDude, you might want to catch a bath soon....ObieIt was a great day to be outdoors with new friends.ObieSay cheese :)ObieThe senior guy takes a breather.ObieLook at all those flying dog ears!!

At a Glance #05-352

Breed not specified Born: March 2007
Male Weight not specified

Status: Adopted

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Obie arrived today after a busy afternoon of socializing with Red 05-182, Sky, Molly and foster sister Chelsea. I'm afraid we've plumb tuckered out this sweet 10 year old boy with all the play time, fresh air, and a marathon brushing/matt cutting session - he's totally zonked out at my feet. Hopefully he'll be as well behaved tomorrow after getting a good night's sleep and feeling fresh as a daisy!

Obie was relinquished to RAGOM because his family is moving to an apartment. He's reportedly good with kids, but since we have no two-legged critters, I may have to use the neighbor children as guinea pigs - if things don't go well in that department, I figure we'll save some money on Halloween candy this year :)

Obie has previously lived with cats, so I wasn't surprised as we walked in the house and he didn't even twitch a whisker when our little "No Fear" 5 month old kitten Cecil greeted him with a raised paw, ready to play (his definition of play is smacking dog noses and ambushing any moving creature as they unsuspectingly walk through doorways). This could be an interesting experience.... We already have an appointment for a total makeover tomorrow, and we'll be getting Obie to the vet in the next day or two and will let you know how he checks out healthwise. All we know for sure right now is that he's neutered (thank goodness!). In the meantime - let the games begin!

ObieDude, you might want to catch a bath soon....ObieIt was a great day to be outdoors with new friends.ObieSay cheese :)ObieThe senior guy takes a breather.ObieLook at all those flying dog ears!!

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Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Hi, it's me again, Obie - or Obi-Wan Kenobi as my foster Mom sometimes calls me - whatever that means. I had another fun day today. Did you know they have stores with almost everything a dog could want (I couldn't find the meat section though....bummer)?? What a cool place, and Mom let us each pick out any toy we wanted....she said money was no object. I hope I find a forever home that thinks like she does! And the nice man that took Mom's money gave us treats. I took mine much more gently than my goofy foster sister :)

I must have had one of those "over 10" moments when I wrote yesterday, cuz I forgot a few things that you all might find interesting about me. First, that cute lady vet said I've probably had something called allergies in the past. She couldn't find any itchy spots on me though, and I feel fine, so maybe they're something I'm not bothered by too much. Also, during my spa treatment yesterday, it was discovered that my left ear is shorter than my right ear. Lucky thing I'm a Golden, cuz everything sorta blends in together and it's not even noticeable (bet you never knew by looking at my pictures, did you?). It must have happened a long time ago, cuz I don't remember it. Maybe when Mom gets my vet records tomorrow she can read all about it and let you know. And yeah, I'm bragging a little again (hey, if ya got it, flaunt it I always say), but I know some very important human words - walk, ride, treat (my personal favorite), sit, stay (needs a little work), down, and I'm really good at coming most of the time when you call my name! My previous owner said if I get loose I'll go exploring, but I always come back. Mom said she's not going to test me on that one.

I think I'm going to start the interviewing process pretty soon. Not that I don't like it here, but I miss having my own place - you know, somewhere a guy can hang his leash after a hard day and be a couch potato if he feels like it, or maybe toss down a couple bowls of water out on the patio on a warm evening. I'm a flexible fella - kids, dogs & cats aren't a must, but I sure wouldn't object to sharing my forever home with other critters, two or four legged. I just know that with my exceptional good looks and outgoing personality, a ton of you will be breaking down Mom's door exclaiming "Me first, me first!!!". You have my email address - placementatragom [dot] org - so let's hear what I'm bid :)

My famous tennis ball trickYes, I can feel you tickling my toes. And no, I will not acknowledge your presence. Can't a guy catch a few Z's around here?

Monday, October 17, 2005

Hey, it's Obie here. Wow, another busy day! I heard my foster mom has a job, but you'd never know it - she's quite the Velcro human - hasn't left my side since I got here. Not that I'm complaining, she's pretty much ok :) My day started with Mom fitting me with a Gentle Leader, grumbling something about a shoulder being pulled out of its socket yesterday. I did a few nose dives on our first walk, trying to dislodge it from my nose, but Mom caught on and lifted the leash a little so I couldn't get my nose to touch the ground anymore. Since I also wanted to sniff the ground, I gave up and am now a cham-pi-on walker. In fact, the last half mile or so I was still struttin' my stuff and in the lead while foster sister Chelsea (who's half my age, I might add) was lagging behind. I'm a very young 10, if I do say so myself....a perfect 10, in fact.

After our walk I caught a little snooze, then it was off to Bonnie's Fluff 'n Buff for both Chelsea and me. Man, that Bonnie doesn't give an inch - I have THE most ticklish toes, but she just kept snipping and trimming and brushing and snipping....whew! I sure was ready for a quick nap after all that, but noooo, she had other ideas. Out came the garden hose (hooked up to the kitchen sink, so the water was nice and warm), and the next thing you know I'm getting a bath. Right there on the deck, in front of the neighbors and Payton and anyone else who cared to watch. Geez, hasn't she ever heard of a shower curtain? A guy likes a little privacy, ya know? But Chelsea didn't seem to care about getting a bath with everyone watching (floozy), so I guess I won't be so embarassed next time. I sure did love the bath though - it feels soooo good to have soft fur again, and get all the matts and tangles out. As you can see from my "after" pictures, I am now quite the Dapper Dude....bring on the ladies!! Today everyone discovered I'm excellent around 4 year old kids and little 9 week old puppies. I'm just a gentle and likable type of guy - little people, big people, cats, dogs - yep, even my foster sister whom I've heard at times has something Mom calls "bad-ittude".

It's lucky for Mom I love to ride in her van (she's taken out the middle seats, so I have this huge area all to myself to sprawl out while Chelsea rides shotgun). We drove home to catch some dinner and go for another walk (wow, 2 in one day - I've hit the motherload!). About that time foster Dad came home from work, so I figured we'd kick back and watch a little TV and just chill out for the night. Wrong. I forgot I had a vet appointment. Back in the van and off we went. I'm happy to report that as far as we know, I'm healthy as a horse. I weigh 64 lbs. (could even stand to gain a couple - Mom's jealous), no ear infections, heart sounds good, I was microchipped and am now UTD. Got my temp taken too, but I'd rather forget that part. Tomorrow we find out the results of my heartworm test and bloodwork, so I'll be sure to let you know when that cute lady vet calls (I think she was kinda sweet on me). There is one bad thing - my teeth aren't so good, so I'm having them cleaned on Wednesday. Cute lady vet said something about putting me under - that's cool, I love naps! Plus I can wow everyone with my pearly whites and be kissable again!!

I suppose I should tell you some of the things my foster Mom has discovered about me. I don't mean to brag, but so far it's only been good stuff :) I sleep like a log on a cushy sleeping bag on the floor next to her side of the bed - not ON the bed like a certain resident dog and pesky kitten who shall remain nameless - and am ready to get up whenever Mom & Dad are. I am a gentleman, and do NOT get up on any furniture - again, unlike the resident kids that live here. When my foster sister barks at people/dogs/squirrels/moving leaves that she sees out the front window (she's such a Gladys), I do NOT join in. Being a seasoned veteran in these things, I realize that my barking will not keep the house safe - no one was planning to come to the door anyway. I like to chase the squirrels out of the fenced in back yard, but do not go from 0 to 60 in half a nano second and almost slam my nose into the fence in order to stop (can you guess who does?). Even at my age, I still love to run after tennis balls, but don't necessarily want to give them back to you. However, I make up for that by lying on my back and taking my tennis ball out of my mouth with my paws. Mom really gets the giggles over that (simple mind, simple pleasures). I have not counter surfed or gotten into the garbage, even though my former owner told Mom I would. If you go into the bathroom and leave the door open, I'll join you - not to worry, I don't watch, I just like to be close to you :) I love to sleep at Mom's feet when she's on the computer, and that's where you can find me after I'm done typing this.

So....if you're looking for a mature gentleman to join your household, one that still has some get-up-and-go but will settle right down with you at any given moment, someone to share your bowl of popcorn, someone who will get along with your kids, dogs or cats....I'm your guy. Just email Placementatragom [dot] org and ask for Obie - they all know who I am!

Drying off in the sunDid I invent the word handsome, or what??Me and my tennis ball that I found on our morning walk