RAWL Dogs

Your mother told you to find someone clean and loyal, friendly and brave, but with a decent sense of humor. Always listen to your mother. Here I am, all mixed up with hound and boxer heritage, and only 10 weeks old. My name is Connor, and I am happy and already retrieving. So heed...
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My name is Leo and I am on my way to being really big. At six months, I am 63 pounds and eating. There’s some Chocolate Lab in the parentage, and maybe some Great Dane. Still, I love to play with other dogs, and with kids. When I am fully grown, if there is...
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I’m just about three months old and have already passed the following tests: (1) Sit on command, (2) Retrieve, and (3) General adorableness. My breed heritage is rather a mystery, but I am achingly lovable. My name is Rollie, and you pronounce it just like the first part of “roly-poly” — which I am,...
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My name is Scarlet, and I am a two-, maybe three-year-old mix of Lab and Shepherd. I am very happy in the company of other dogs, but my real interest is in you. They play lots of nice music here at the canine stopover, and whenever I hear that Sinatra song about how love...
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Hello, I’m Tux. Great name for a Spaniel mix, right? Nothing too fancy, just Tux. I am four years old, housebroken, and will retrieve if the mood is right. But here’s the challenge: to find things, we have our sniffers. And all you have is Craigslist. It’s close, but I think we win by...
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The best time is after supper, isn’t it? I’m Skip, a four-year old Pomeranian, neutered and housebroken. And I know that after a full day of action, chasing bears out of the yard, sniffing out moles, herding geese and crows, after a vigorous workout, it’s really nice to settle in. You beside the lamp...
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I’m Oscar, and you and I will have a nice long life together. I’m just 12 weeks old now, neutered and got-all-my-shots and ready-to-go. I’m a chihuahua-dachshund mix, with none of the grumpiness of the diminutive breeds. I’m such a happy guy and am so eager to hear from you that, hey, give me...
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Have you got a fence around your place? One of those nice stockade barriers, oh about yay tall? Maybe a chain link, garden variety or better? OK, wanna see me go over it? I’m a Lab-Shepherd mix, two or three years old. And, not to put too fine a point on it, but don’t...
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The news just came in, and it’s terribly exciting! I’m growing a heart! That’s what they’re doing for me here in Amissville. I’m only two years old, and arrived here frightened of my shadow. But there is new life for this two-year-old Yellow Lab mix: assertiveness, boldness shall be mine. Come on over and...
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I’m a four-year-old Chihuahua mix who is called Gypsy. Our sort is thought of as bossy and yappy, but that is not my way. Everyone should have a model, a creature that one looks to for guidance, inspiration; for an attitude about life. My model is Grace Kelly. So, you see, you and I...
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My name is Carey, and I would like to count on your support in the coming election. You see, while I am only six months old, I am always the leader in any play group. Clearly, this qualifies me to serve on the school board, so I am running for that office. My platform:...
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Does it look as if I am in good shape? You bet I am! Hey, if you took rigorous walks as we do here in scenic Landfillville, you would be tight and toned, too. I’m Dillon, a mix of Australian Shepherd and Sheltie, and I’m approaching four months of age. Get up off your...
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Hello, my name is Abby. While I am just arriving at four months of age, I have already learned one of the most important lessons of life. That is, an ounce of loyalty is worth a pound of cleverness. Therefore, I will always be your faithful friend — more than most. My heritage is...
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I am only three years old, but have already learned the secret to making a successful long-lasting relationship. It comes from the great 20th century American philosopher Henny Youngman. It is to have dinner out twice a week with candles, wine and atmosphere. My wife goes on Friday and I go on Tuesday. My...
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The yearbook entry says my name is Harriet, and I am a 4- or 5-year-old Pointer. The description is of a “very, very nice dog.” I’m thought to be a quiet companion, but when you come visit you will find me with your ears. That is, when I see you, I will sing. Yes,...
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Peanut is my name, but that is merely a cover, a “nom de shelter.” Inside me, deep in my soul, I am “Lion.” I am so ferocious, so thoroughly in command, that the captain of my platoon permits me to display my Jimmy Cagney poster in my locker. I’m a three-year-old Chihuahua mix. Modesty...
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My name is BB. That’s all, just the two letters. You could say one stands for beagle and the other is for blue, cause I am kinda blue like a cattle dog. You must admit that my name is really easy to remember and really easy to call. I am a four-year-old spayed friend...
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When you come over to the shelter, don’t be surprised if you hear laughter. We are still giggling over what happened during the Shakespeare show the other night; you know, at the summer theater we have here. During Act V of Macbeth, when Lady M. hollers, “Out damned spot! Out, I say!,” we looked...
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Hello, I’m Hank, and you’ve seen me before, right here in these pages. I’m in for a second go-round because I’m a beagle who qualifies for senior discounts. More than that, I am planning to get my babyhood back. You see, I need a child, a youngster of your sort to play with. That’s...
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When they created the word demure, they were thinking of someone like me. I am only a year old, and my parentage is mostly Boxer. But I am far from the Mike Tyson pattern — instead you’ll find me quiet and clean and reserved. That means I do more observing than talking, chatting, prattling,...
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I’m a medium-size, five-year-old dog and I am part Hound, part Lab. That’s a deep, rich, chocolate brindle coat that I wear. My name is Bailey, but I don’t really need a name, because you hardly know that I am there. Some people think I am part cat, because I am so clean and...
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If I am outside when you drive up to the shelter here in Amissville, you will hear me. My bass voice – rather musical, if I may say so – will ring out as you approach. In truth, it makes me sound bigger than I really am. This sound of greeting, or warning, will...
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Greetings! I am Boon and I am just 10 weeks old. I’m just a small ball of hair, kind of like a four-footed mop. You could roll me around the living room and, with a little tickling, I’d laugh all night long. You could have friends over and spend time guessing what heritage I...
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Please look again at my picture. Identify the movie star that I resemble, if you can. Got it? My looks, and hence my name, are those of Sid in “Ice Age.” That is what movie experts in Amissville have concluded. So, I am Sid. I am a small hound, one that likes children and...
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What do you get when you cross a Saint Bernard and a Boxer? Well, come over and see me, Jeremy, and you will discover that you get a big, smart, four-footed pal. One that is very bright, trained to an invisible fence; one who has learned all his manners, and properly so. I weigh...
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My name is Blazer, and I am one of those mixture dogs. As you can see, I have the body and coloring of a beagle. But inside, I am a retriever: heart, brain and navigation system, I am a retriever. You throw it, or shoot it down, and I will fetch. Can there be,...
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You may know that rabbits reproduce quickly, but I am here to tell you that there aren’t enough of them. There never will be enough for me — never. Lemme at ‘em! Why do you think I was put on this Earth? I am a year old and I love kids and there will...
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I have to chuckle to myself because of my name: Ike. I mean, all of you who are named for kings and queens you don’t even remember, and I am named for a great president. I am just one of the kindergarten over here — seven months old and all puppy. I’m a yellow...
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You know how sometimes you order something and what is delivered is just not right? Well, I ordered real legs and what I got was these short little stubbies. But I’m still a happy and friendly Corgi-Lab mix, a big dog with little dog legs. Carney is what you call me! I am two...
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My name is Berry, and I am the dog you will be reading about in Guinness’ book. I am, you see, going for the world record of resting. Having thought it through, I think a dog like me can sleep, snooze, nap, rest, and dream for a full 25 hours a day. At least...
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When the Beagle and the Basset Hound elope what you get is a litter of loyal, friendly, four-legged creatures like me who are just like those hot rods in Southern California: way low to the ground. I’m Hannah, about 5 years old if you must know. I will be a whole lot more patient...
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Hello, friends. My name is Libby, and I have learned that these are the best years. That is, I am a senior dog, a mix of Black Lab and Rottweiler. I am wonderful on a walk with you, and love to ride in a car. But it will be best all around if the...
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You can take me home and teach me all sorts of tricks. That’s because I’m not even three months old and, as you know, a young dog can learn all sorts of stuff. My name is Brinks and I’m a puppy’s puppy. Baby dog, through and through. Happy and social and eager and loving...
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There you have it: I go by either name, Daisy or Callie. The point is I am one year old, a German Shepherd mix, about 55 pounds. There is no dog, repeat no dog, you can find who is better with kids. That said, I must warn you that if you have some of...
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Hey, I got it back! Yes, I’ve regained all the weight that I had lost, and am in perfect trim once again. Thanks so much for being concerned; it is nice to know that you cared. Yes, I came in here after being lost and abandoned in Castleton, with ribs showing. Hadn’t had three...
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While I am a spayed female three years old and 30 pounds, you don’t need me to tell you I am mostly Husky. You can tell that by the stare. Our breed has a look that goes through walls. Most mammals, and others simply wilt when they come under that fiery gaze. We do...
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The newest fashions are out and I just love them! Argyles in lively reds; you will go crazy over my new jacket. It’s just the thing for the long walks on these cold winter days. There’s a whole canine line in this month’s issue of Dogue. Darling, you must see them! I’m Daisy, and...
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