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Nekkid Schatzi

I am here for Friends

About Me

I'm a 7-year old part Chow Chow. I'm part of a lot of other things, everyone seems to have a different opinion.

My humans rescued me from the humane society, after they saw a picture of me on the internet, and they came the next morning and were there waiting for the place to open the next morning.

OK, it actually wasn't quite that easy. My new Mom had to pout for an hour after they left before my Dad would go back and get me.

So far, so good, right? Except that, waiting at home for me, was my step-chow, Chow Pow, who sometimes forgets that I am a dog, just like her, and thinks I'm a nice little snack for her. I give back as good as I get, but it makes me sad and nervous and I wonder if I'll ever really feel at home here.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Cool dogs!

My Blog

Yeah, now about that Omega business . . . .

You can't listen to Chow Pow on this. I'm pretty sure she'll find some way to skew the story but this is how it went down. See my food is rather inconveniently located by the back door. There's a very...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 07:15:00 GMT

Not again

My mom and dad drove me up North and left me here.  I thought I was in my forever home but they packed up my toys and bowls and even my bed and they drove me a long way and left me here. And I wa...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 19:54:00 GMT

Truth or Dare

Well.  I see why no one commented on my  blog.  I neglected to post it.  Fixing that now. So.  I have been dared by any number of pups (and one roo.)  Here's how it works...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 18:13:00 GMT

Tagged!

The first player of this game starts with the five weird habits or things about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own about five odd habits and things they do as well as st...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 11:08:00 GMT

I'm sad, too

I'm not a fighter, not like Chow Pow.  She's way more Chow than I am.  I just want to all get along.  And I like her, when she's not scaring the crap out of me.  That's literal. I...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Dec 2006 18:48:00 GMT

Guess I should have been a peekerhead . . . .

I've been nipping at Chow Pow's paws since yesterday trying to get her away from the computer.  No luck.  So finally, I log on to look at my Christmas presents, and the tree is gone!  ...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 03:07:00 GMT

A Question

A new development in the ongoing battle for the carpet: My dad has decided that the reason I am 'confused' about the carpet is that I lay or lie or something on the couch.  Couch = den, therefor...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 03:42:00 GMT

Uh oh. My bad.

   My dad doesn't like me anymore. All because I pee on the carpet once in awhile.  Want to keep it fresh, you know?  Well, gees.  They don't want me going on the wood, do the...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 02:51:00 GMT

Dogon fish

My Dad got a hair up his butt the other day, he wants to trade all his fish in and get one big ugly fish.  Humans are weird, what can I say? So I'm sitting here now, listening to my Dad ramble on...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 05:00:00 GMT

Remember that possum?

Well, Chow Pow didn't kill the possum!  My dad was walking us last night and there the same little critter was, lying dead under the bird feeder!  We were trying to sniff at it but Dad woul...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 11:25:00 GMT