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See that bookmark in my mouth?

I learned a trick a long time ago.

If I find something on the ground, or on the coffee table, or anywhere I can reach, that I know I'm not supposed to have, I'll put it in my mouth, not meaning to really eat it. I'll walk in front of my human mom, show her what I have, and than run away. She runs and gets me a treat and drops it in front of me. I drop what I have in my mouth, she takes it away, and I get the treat!

Clever, isn't it? You try it at home! Works everytime around here!

Lighting is Everything!

This is my "look good for the camera" pose!

I almost look red like a golden retriever in this photo. It was the way the light hit when the picture was taken. Handsome devil, ain't I?

Do You Want Me To Get That?

This is my impression of 'Benton' from the show 'Soap'. He played the butler and everytime the doorbell would ring, he would give a look to his employer, just like the one I'm giving in this picture, and say "Do You Want Me To Get That?"
Schluppy Puppy!



My human dad gave me the nickname
"Schluppy" a while back. He would say, "Here, puppy, here puppy schluppy!" Weird, I know but what can I do?

Introducing Bear!

I am a 6 year old Australian Shepherd/Collie/Chow Mix


This is a picture of me when I was only 6 months old. I have changed a lot since then.

Do You Think I'm Spooky?

An Old Pet Sematary

Here's a funny story. My mom bought a book once that showed old pictures of the neighborhood we live in. The town's 300 years old or something like that. Anyway, she found out that there used to be a pet cemetery behind the library. She took me for a walk one day to go find it. We got to the block behind the library, and halfway down the block, I stopped and stared straight across the street. I stayed there for about 10 seconds, which is rare for me because usually I'm trotting the whole way when we go for a walk.

I started across and when I got to the other side, I stopped again, looked up, sniffed the air and then my mom looked at the address of the house I stopped in front of. Guess what it was? The address of the old Pet Cemetery! My mom rushed back home with me and told my dad how I just spooked her out so bad she had goose bumps!

I can't tell you what made me stop and stare, and I don't know how I stopped at the exact place my mom was looking for, but my mom says maybe I can 'sense' the souls of the animals that were buried there long ago. Creepy, huh? Especailly since there hasn't been an animal buried there in over 35 years. So we go there for walks a lot. I love to creep my mom out. It's so easy to do now that she watches every show about dogs that she can, especially the one about the miracles that animals perform.

Bear is Boss?

Boss as in cool, not as in top dog. But Bear likes to think so anyway!

Hello there! My name's Bear! What's yours? I'm an Australian Shepherd/Collie Mix, with a little Chow-Chow thrown in for good measure (hense the purplish-black tongue)
I'm only 5 years old.

Come take a look at my webpage complete with pictures of me: Bear

I used to live in a place called Oklahoma. The two resident dogs did not like me, so I was headed back to the pound at the tender age of 16 weeks old. That's when my family brought me to my new home because they were looking for a dog and did not find one that suited them. Until I came along, that is! I moved to a whole other state to come live with them. Isn't that neat?

I have a couple of things that really bug me, but my human family has learned to live with them. The first one is being bothered while I'm eating. That's because of the two dogs that I used to live with. I had to fight to get my share of food, and that was no fun at all. So I just like to be left alone during mealtime. I even get to eat separated from my canine siblings, just in case they decide they want some of mine. And that I won't stand for!

Another thing about me is that I don't like to be fussed with too much. I love being brushed. I have a double coat that is thick and really very handsome-looking at times. But, when I get tangles, I do not like anyone to brush them. My mom is sneaky though. She catches me when I'm preoccupied and goes about the business of getting rid of my tangles. If it's not a real bad one, she'll separate it with her fingers. But when it's really bad and buried, like in the feathery part under my ears, she has to get those tiny little scissors doctors call Metzenbaum to cut it out. She does it so fast that I don't even know it until she's finished and I see a small clump of my fur in her hand.

I'm not really afraid of anything, but I don't like to be in the same room with my mom while she runs the vacuum. If she's in the living room, I go in the computer room. If she's in the computer room, I go in the living room...well, you get the idea. I also do not like the sound of the shaver my dad uses to shave my human brother's head.

When I first came here, my human siblings thought it was funny when they saw how I reacted to their Little People Schoolbus. It made a grinding sound when they pulled it around by the string. It used to drive me crazy. I didn't know if I was supposed to chase it, eat it, kill it, or what. I got used to it and realized that sometimes kids can just be silly for doing something over and over to a dog just to get a reaction. Not a terribly bright thing to do to an aggressive type dog, I hope they know.

I lived with my family for almost three years when they decided it was time for another dog. I love to play with other dogs and they wanted to get me a playmate. I had a friend, a girl dog named Scout once. She was a purebred Brittany Spaniel. Sadly, she ran out of her yard and into the street where the people my mom calls maniacs, are driving cars. Scout got hit by one and died. That was very sad.

Anyway, my family went to the PetSmart to look for a dog. There was a tiny black puppy, only 8 weeks old there that they just could not leave behind. So, that's how Yogi became my brother. I took care of him and showed him the ropes, but I had to wait until he got bigger to actually play with him. That didn't take too long, though, because he's part lab/part shepherd or border collie, and he's as tall as me now and I'm 3 years older than him. He's a little thinner than me, but I think my fur accounts a lot for that.

After Yogi was fully housebroken and we moved into a big house with a big yard, they decided to get another dog. Here's the reason my mom thought it would be a good idea. She read somewhere that male and female dogs get along better, so off we went to the pound to look for a female dog. We looked at about 3 dogs and than this really cute shepard female mix jumped up on her kennel gate and licked my human siblings' hands. She was pretty skinny and we found out that she almost starved to death at the hands of her ignorant, irresponsible owners. We took her home that day. She barks loud and at first I wasn't sure how to take it. But I heard that girl dogs are like that. Guess that's why they call girl dogs the B word. My mom named her Rocket after the guy who used to pitch for the NY Yankees. We tried to tell her that she was a girl, but her old name was Roxanne, so my mom thought it would be okay. Besides, she's a really fast run, fast as a rocket, so the name kind of fits her. She looks sort of like one of those primitive dogs, a native american dog, or a dingo, or a carolina dog. We can't decide, but her body and ears are definitely German Shepherd.

We chase each other around some and she does that play bow thing, but when I get too close she barks in my face and runs away. Fickled, I guess! And rude!