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SHAMUS, THE WONDER DOG!

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SUSAN!

"Digging? No, I wasn't
digging, why do you ask,
Mom?"

I have to share this with everyone. This lady has one of my
puppies (I'm not sure I want to admit to it) and we love her e-mails.
I am planning on adding additional e-mails she has sent regarding
SHAMUS, THE WONDER DOG. I hope you enjoy this as much as we
have and I think we can all relate. Deb
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Shamus is a West Highland White Terrier. His official AKC name is (I
swear to God) Shamus, The White Devil. Why, you might ask? LOL x
100=Devil

He is the most stubborn and self determined creature on the planet.
NOTHING I'd ask him to od, would he deem worthy of doing. Not come, not
sit, not anything, and especially not to pee/poo on the floor. Yet, due his
very cute face, he lived. As I remind him daily, "It's a good thing you're so
cute, or you'd be dead." or something to that effect. He just hears, "it's a
good thing you're so cute or XXXXX" He can't imagine I'd do anything
mean to him. he's got my number...He favorite things to eat are:

the molding in my house, especially on either side of the front door. he
then finds gourmet satisfaction in eating the wall above the molding...light
coral colored paint is one of his favorite flavors-guess it tastes like
cantaloupe. He then goes outside and has a blanket against one of the
garage doors. the frame around the garage door in painted in a sort of
burgundy color, must be the cranberry taste of that door frame. So, back
into the house he goes while the building is still standing. We travel into
the great room (our realtor's word for family room) to the couch. the
formerly sturdy light wood legs apparently taste like vanilla. but I'm not
sure, I'll have to ask him.

then there was the time when I let him out with his electric collar for the
invisible fence. I hate that collar and try not to use it. About 15 mins after I
let him out, I realized he wasn't wearing it. and the squirrels who live in the
yard across the driveway from us, spend their time taunting him, knowing
he can't (usually) cross the street. So I paniced, thinking he finally got his
revenge on them. I went outside, calling his name. Nothing. Call again.
Nothing. Start panicing. Start walking all around the yard, calling him.
Nothing. I walk around the back of the house, calling him. Nothing. I'm
getting ready to go put my sneakers on so I can walk thru the
neighborhood (we live across the street from an alligator stocked lake
(when it's got water in it). I assume he went down the neighbor's yard into
the water. I don't own a gun, but if I did, I'd have brought it with me. I just
happened to look up on the deck and see the dog sitting on the mat by
the sliding glass door laughing his butt off. He wasn't laughing when I
spanked him I tell you what. Not funny-to me, anyway. That little shithead.
Wanted to feed him to the gators at that point