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It's about time
I had my own special feature in Polar Blair's Den!
Whenever Pack Leader (that's what I call my master) leaves the house, I
sneak into the computer room, put my paws to the keyboard, and type my
troubles away! How do I get away with it? Pupnotic
I was born on July 5, 2003. At
least that's what my humans tell me...I was too young to
remember. I don't know exactly where I was born, but I was found
by my Pack Leader in Vinton, Iowa, USA. Some nice people took
care of me until I was adopted. I spent my early days playing
with a house full of pups including three sisters and five rat terrier
September 5, 2003, my life was changed forever. My
then-owners were selling us pups at a yard sale. They weren't
having too much luck with my siblings. I was inside the house on
the couch watching TV. Pack Leader came to the sale and looked
over my sisters and the rat terrier pups. Although he thought my
sisters were cute, he didn't think that any of them was the right dog
for him. P.L. (short for "Pack Leader") is pretty particular when
it comes to choosing dogs. The last dog he owned had died five
years before I was even born and he was absolutely heartbroken.
From 1998-2001 he didn't even want to hear about getting another dog
(P.L. is a pretty emotional fellow). In 2002 he started
considering getting a new dog and by 2003 he was pretty serious about
finding a new "Man's Best Friend". But it wasn't an easy choice
for him. He went to all kinds of pet stores, places that sold AKC
puppies, even garage sales and flea markets, but no dog seemed just
was on that Friday when the people who ran the garage sale told him
about a little boy that they had inside the house. At first, Pack
Leader was not excited. He wasn't too impressed with what he had
seen so far. In fact, he was tired, hungry, and just wanted to go
home. P.L. reluctantly said "Okay!". That's when the lady
let me out of the house. I came outside to P.L. proudly
prancing! There were lots of people there, but P.L. was the only
person I was interested in! I was the only dog P.L. was
interested in! It was love at first sight! The people who
ran the sale didn't even have to ask P.L. to pick me
up. Pack scooped me up into his hands (I was very tiny
then...only 9 weeks old) and looked down at me. I looked up at
him. We were a match made in puppy heaven! P.L. always
tells people that there was just something about my personality that
drew him to me. I tell all my pals the same thing about him!
Leader went to the local farm store to get a dog cage, dog food,
dog bowls, dog toys, and plenty of other puppy supplies before coming
back to the house to pick me up. P.L. handed the lady 20 bucks
and she gave him the puppy (Only 20 bucks! Can you imagine!
I would've paid at least 16 million billion...at least! How
took me home in his van twenty-some miles to his house. It
was a long way home and I was mighty scared. Sure, he seemed
nice, but was he going to take good care of me? Was I going to
have a nice place to stay and get all the royal treatment deserving of
a puppy prince? I couldn't keep from howling when we first left
my happy home in Vinton. I was so scared, I messed myself (Don't
laugh, I was little then...it could've happened to you!) We took
a lot of curves and I slid around in the cage. After banging up
against the side of the cage, I decided to lay down and fall
asleep. The rest of the trip was much better...for me and for
When we arrived
home, Pack Leader's mom had to clean up my "accident" and my little
tushy! Only the best from the very beginning, as she used a "Baby
Wipe" moist towelette. I explored my new surroundings with Pack
Leader leading the way (he's aptly named, don't you think?). But
I wasn't too good at walking back then and Pack was a little
worried. My back legs were not as strong as my front legs.
For the first three days I lived with Pack Leader, he was very
concerned about my legs building up strength. They did, and I'm
glad, because I do a lot of exploring these days. But back then,
this was the most I had walked EVER! Up until then, I had always
lived in town. Now I lived in the country! What a
Another of Pack
Leader's concerns was the fact that I didn't eat much. He knew I
wouldn't have to eat so much because I was just a little puppy, but it
seemed like an effort to get me to eat. I was just a little
intimidated by my new surroundings, is all. And he even served
really, REALLY good puppy food!
Also at that time, I
had not quite caught on to the idea of "chewing". P.L. tried to
get me to chew on a number of different toys for his own amusement, but
I didn't see the thrill. That didn't last too long. After
the first week I saw how much fun puppy toys were and have been chewing
I was mostly inside
the people's house in those days. P.L.'s parents lived with him,
and I entertained all of them with my puppy antics! I used to lie
on a towel and play and have all kinds of fun! I used to sleep a
lot, too, in those days. Little puppies need their sleep and I
got a lot of it. There were only two times I piddled in the
house, and that was in the first week. And I NEVER pooed. I
am proud to say that I have never piddled in the house since.
I've always had very good manners, but when you're little your bladder
is just not as strong. I've got a bladder of steel, now! If
I ever had to "do my business" I would just let P.L. know in my own
way. We dogs have our ways of letting people know. Any dogs
out there who are reading this: you know what I'm talking about!
But at nights I
stayed in a big cage inside a building that used to be used as a
garage. It was dark, and I was lonely without P.L. I would
often bark myself to sleep! I had nice blankets to lay on and I
was kept occupied with toys. And of course I was let out
periodically to "do my business", but I still didn't like it. The
cage accomodations lasted for about two months until P.L. and the
family came up with a better idea.
A big pen was set up
near the house. Very well constructed, I might add. And
inside the pen was a big doghouse just for me! It was an
insulated fiberglass structure shaped like an igloo and even had a door
(although I decided to take the door off later; it wasn't
necessary). This was great because I was a lot closer to Pack
Leader and it was a nice, big safe place with a big front and back yard
to spread out all my toys. But best of all, this land was perfect
for digging! I practiced my digging skills a lot and became quite
good at it. More about that later.
By late 2003, winter
was coming. And my pen wasn't ideal for winter living just
yet. What to do? P.L. and his family were ingenious.
They put plywood boards up on the north and west sides to keep the wind
from blowing through and making me cold. Then they put a tarp
over half of my pen to keep most of the snow out. The blue canvas
tarp was reinforced by boards so it would stay on. This looked
quite nice and worked well for that winter.
When spring came
(as I would later learn it does), I got tired of that blue tarp
flapping in the wind, making me scared. It got on my nerves and I
used all my puppy might to tear it to shreds! I grew to hate that
thing! But it made my place look ugly so after all that P.L.
realized a tarp would never work again. He wondered how he would
deal with that next winter, but fate led me to a whole new place to
live later in the year of 2004.
You know how some
people get gambling addictions or video game addictions? Well, my
addiction was digging. I was very good at digging. Dig,
dig, dig. All day long. Inside or outside of my pen.
I could dig HUGE holes in no time at all. For a long time P.L.
just filled these holes with big cement blocks or more dirt, but I kept
finding new ways to dig around them. After enough cement blocks,
though, I must admit he stumped me. I stopped digging so much,
but it was still pretty clear that I could escape my pen and possibly
get into trouble. As I kept getting bigger and stronger and more
handsome (notice how I sneaked that last one in there?) it was evident
that this pen was not going to work for me anymore. Something new
had to be done. P.L. thought about it and came up with a new
notion, but I don't want to get too ahead of myself.
More of the story is coming soon!
Color- Light, reddish brown
with dark brown on the ears and tail. I've also got a white tip
on my tail, four white feet, and a white tummy.
Ethnicity- Labrador/Husky mix. My mother was a Lab, father
was a Husky. Mama took care of me until Pack Leader came
along. Papa was a rollin' stone.
Full Name- Copper Phinneas
Eyes- Brown, and soulful.
Tail- Curly, like a piggy!
Weight- That's a rather personal question, don't you think?
2003, September 5
2003, October (Early)
2005, July 5
2005, October (Early)
2005, October (Late)