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Felix is my name, and I was King Dog at my house for eleven years. That means that no other dog was allowed to be dominant over me.
I was a beautiful blue merle Australian Shepherd and my momma first saw me when I was only five weeks old. She right away saw that I had King Dog written all over me, and decided she would just have me - I was that cute. She brought me home (she said I CRIED all the way - can you believe that?) and put me in my own box in the kitchen. She bought a collar for me, and I told her it was too big, but she wouldn't listen. I had to SHOW her it was too big. When she and my Uncle John were eating dinner, I jumped up and showed her the collar.
I used to jump up and put my front paws on all sorts of things. Those paws were also very useful for preventing people from escaping the house without knowing I was around. I would trip up anyone attempting to do this nasty thing.
About a year after momma brought me home, she decided that I needed someone to boss around. She called up my first human momma and asked if there might possibly be any puppies almost as cute and lovable as I was. She was told, yes, there was someone almost as cute (no one could be cuter, you know what I mean) and she brought home this little tiny puppy. Turned out he was related to me! Anyway, she brought this guy home and named him Oscar.
Now, Oscar was really frightened of me (would you have thought otherwise?), but I knew exactly what to do. I went up to the little guy, and put my face as close as I could to him, and looked up at him. He decided right then and there that I meant to be his friend (while still remaining the BOSS), and that a big strong dog like me wasn't always bad. We were best friends from that day forward. We used to play fight, or "get each other," with our teeth clacking and pretending to use our paws; we both LOVED our Uncle John and he used to play really rough with us, Cousin Pete would come over and we could attack his white sneakers; momma would dance with me and I would put my paws in her hands and we would move around the room - boy, what more could a dog ask for?
After a few years, we got a little sister, Sara. Sara was OK for girl, but she really didn't know how to play like my "bro" Oscar and I did. Our grandma used to call us football players, and Sara was the dainty little princess.
Oh well. The three of us got along pretty good, and you should have seen our vet (Dr. K) when he knew we were coming in for a visit! I had to protect my younger brother and sister from his pokes, and I did a really great job of it, too. I overheard him tell momma that her dogs would put the fear of God into a person! What a proud moment that was for me!
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My momma has to get a new guestbook, since I ate the last one (TEE HEE). She would like you to all take a look at her old one.
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