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| Name: |
Patches
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Age: |
Three years old
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| Gender: |
Female |
Breed: |
Long Haired Dachshund |
| Home: |
Oklahoma, USA |
Hi,
my name is Patches. I'm a Long Haired Red Dachshund. I'm not a standard
but I'm not a Miniature either I'm in between I weigh fourteen pounds so
that leaves me out of the Miniature category. I live in Oklahoma with Mom,
Dad and my big brother Buddy. As you can see I'm a very pretty color of
red, I used to have black Patches but as I'm getting older sorta faded away.
Since I'm a Dachshund I'm always up for food, I love food but my Mom makes
me work for any treats that brush my lips. I know "sit up," I knew that one
before Mom got me at sixteen weeks. Other tricks I know are roll over, circle,
wave, shake paws, dead dog, dance, sit, down, wait, leave it, drop it and
come. Well, I sorta play dead, but Mom says I wiggle too much. I can fetch
but I do not bring it back to my human. I do not have to, when I get done
messing around with the big ball, Buddy my big brother, will come and get
the ball and take it to Mom. And I'm the chief floor cleaner at meal times,
although I am not allowed to beg at the table; it's against the rules. I do
sneak one in now and then - Dad is a big softy, he sneaks me a bite once in
a while until Mom catches us.
I love everyone, and love to get belly rubs. I greet everyone then go get
under the couch until someone asks "Where is Patches?" then I come out for
more belly rubs. I love food, as most Dashies do. Mom says I'm overweight,
but I do not think so. I love lettuce and spinach so how can I be
overweight? I'm just fluffy! I get to trot beside Mom's Medical scooter but
if I get tired I point my nose to Mom's foot then I get to ride too,
because I gots short legs, 'specially compared to Buddy, he's a Doberman.
I'm the chief of clearing the backyard of squirrels. They cheat and stay in
the trees but one time Buddy and I caught one. Dad had to get rid of it,
Mom would not touch it. Mom is very observant, since I am low to the ground
I find all kinds of good things. Once I found a really really dead frog and
Mom made me drop it. Then another time I found a perfectly good cooked
chicken leg bone, and Mom made me drop that too. I sometimes wonder about
Moms, but I guess they have their reasons. Guess I better go for now, and
chill out on the water bed!
Bye,
Patches
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