Hi! My name is Sugar. I'm a yellow Lab mix (Dr Feinberg says I'm mixed with Australian Shepherd because of my tail).
Gary and Dorothy adopted me when I was eight months old
from the San Diego Humane Society on
2-25-99. At first they picked out a different dog but the
adoption counselor said "You don't want that dog. I've got
just the dog for you." and then he brought me out to see them.
It was love at first sight for all three of us.
They think I well deserve the name, Sugar,
because I am so sweet. Before we left the humane society
to go home there was a lot of excitement. The
first dog my humans picked out had attacked another dog who
had done nothing to provoke it. So I guess they're really glad
they picked me instead.
Well, I didn't make much of a hit
with my new sister, Tremor, a neighborhood stray cat who my
humans adopted a
few months before. She greeted me with a hiss and ruffled
fur. But now we are sort of friends but Tremor still
keeps her distance. I can't understand why she doesn't
want to play with me. Everybody else does.
One of my duties is being an alarm clock
set for 6 A.M. to get my humans up
whether they want to get up then or not. I jump on the bed
and start licking them till they get up. My other duty is
watch dog. I sit on the front patio and watch everybody going
by with a special greeting for the dogs taking their humans
So far I've learned the meaning no (I
don't like that one much) and OK (That's a good one), and also
how to come, sit, stay, lay down, get up, and fetch. I am told
I have certainly added
joy and happiness to my human's life. I'll keep you posted on
my progress and adventures.
I've won the      and I'm so happy I could
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Eulogy to the Dog
The one absolutely unselfish friend that
man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts
him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous . . .
. . is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and
poverty, in health and sickness. He will sleep on the cold
ground where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives
fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will
kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the
wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of
the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he
were a prince. When all other friends desert he remains. When
riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces he is as
constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the
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with a link to your site
Woof Woof, Sugar
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