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| Name: |
Axle
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Age: |
Four years old
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| Gender: |
Male |
Breed: |
Pomeranian |
| Home: |
Marina Del Rey, California, USA |
Axle
is special because he is so wonderfully happy! When I take him for
a walk, he bounces along beside me and is always looking for something
to chase. His favorite toy in the world is his plush squirrel hutch with
three squeaky squirrels. He was raised on a tour bus, and loves to be in
the car and on the go! When he sees something suspicious he gives a
little "micro-bark" ... and when he isn't on patrol surveying the house
and what is going on outside the windows, he's upside-down on his
favorite pillow on the couch. His permanent residence is right on the
beach, and there is nothing he loves more that to run like mad around
the beach and get all kinds of sand in his fur! He's a squeezy bundle of
fuzz, and everyone loves him!
Getting the sand out of Axle's fuzz would be a full time job! It usually
works its way out all over the floor between baths, which he loves. As a
matter of fact he loves them so much when he gets near the ocean he
tends to just bomb right in...which makes him sandy and salty! He knows
all the standard tricks, and invented a few of his own. He knows after a
walk he gets a T-R-E-A-T... which I used to say out loud... but then he
learned what that meant so I started spelling it out loud when other
people were around. Now he knows that too... and "pops a wheelie" (which
means he does a semi-backflip) whenever he wants one. One of his habits
is something I call "the wedge."If Axle is on the bed sleeping with
you, he'll lay down snuggled up next to you and will keep moving
closer as you move until you are wedged at the edge of the bed - with no
where to go but on the floor!
Axle was born in Aurora, Colorado and I got him while I was on tour
managing a drumming band called Recycled Percussion. I'd say drumming is
his favorite music, but the real music to his ears is when he hears the
crinkle of the treat bag! Now he's on full time beach patrol in Venice,
California. At night after dinner he runs up the stairs in pursuit of
his "squirrel hutch" which is a fabric log I keep all his toys in. He
pulls out his favorite... a squeaky squirrel and thrashes it about for
about a half an hour going full speed. He is extremely independent and
our neighbors call him "pequeñito conquistador" or little conqueror ...
for a little fuzzy guy ... he is very macho!
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