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People say I'm a pig in dog's clothing
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Dakota is my name. I was born on April 20, 1994. My mother was a Chou Chou my father may have been a labrador. Some people say I look like a Norweigan Elk Hound.
I like to go for walks and swim and roll in dead crabs at the beach. My favourite food is carrots and also cheese. The word I hate most is stinky, because I know it's directed at me.
My favourite hang-outs include on the porch, behind the driftwood mall and any body of water. Sometimes I get attached to a rope tied to my doghouse. From there I can watch the deer and the rest of the world go by Ketch Road.
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Friends
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I like fluffy dogs, but don't see them that often. Maybe that's why I like them?
Kitten Kaboodlopolis, whom I adore, torments me in many ways, but she also lets me lick her all over and tends to lay against me when she's sleeping.
My other friends are Locutus the cat, Anna, Jojo and Helgi my masters, Buster the cat who I miss (Locutus will never replace my buster, but Kaboodle might), and Moonbeam. and anyone who will scratch under my armpits or give me carrots. I make friends easily, especially with small white fluffy dogs. Maybe I was a Cairn Terrier in a previous life?
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More Friends and this is my life
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At right is my friend Ajax. There used to be 3 other dogs in my neighbourhood but they barked too much and got sent away.
I bark quite alot too, but only when I'm under the impression that someone might be coming over, and in my sleep, but I keep my mouth closed.
Another activity is making the bed. How I do this is to put my nose to forest soil and take deep inhalations. Then sometimes it's good to turn round and round and lie down suddenly. If I get too hot that's a good thing to do. I also like to immerse my body in stagnant water in the form of bogs or swamps.
I am not that interested in giving you back your stick. Why did you throw it away if you wanted it back?
One trick I do is to check on the chickens. I like to lick them too.
One of my favourite visitors is Uncle Darwin because he has lots of nice smells and when I go to his house I can lick his floor and it tastes good, especially in front of the microwave.
Above is Sam the Veggie Cat, and this page is in memory of her. I never really got to know her. She just stayed in the closet and hissed.
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