BREED: Boston Terror

GUESTIMATE AGE: 4 - 6 (He was found as a stray.)

GENDER: Male

WEIGHT: A whopping 35 pds

ADOPTION DATE: February 7, 2002 (Aquarius)

PET NAMES: BOBO - (Spanish for not so bright) My parents confuse his need for seeing eye glasses with his intelligence. My grandad can't say Bowie so he calls him BOBEE & EL BULL. BALD BILLY. BUNNY BOY. LADY LA BOWIE. CARA SICATRIS.

LIKES: Cat Cakes, Car Rides, Biting the Arse of Mommies Friends, Tail Biting, Tennis Balls, Trouble, Anything Stuffed, Pillows (seems to resemble a female BT), rolling on filth and decay (especially the dead bird up the block that my mommy always forgets about)and his boxer uncle Pokemon.

DISLIKES: Sleeping. Sharing. Thunder.

TRICKS: 360 Degrees of vision hence the googly eyes. Knows sign language for: sit, paw, highfive, lay down, roll over, and run in a circle.

RAGS TO RICHES: Poor Bowie was found in the mean streets of Paterson, NJ with a chip on his shoulder and a mean case of dandruff. All jokes aside, he looked like crap. He smelled like a mechanic and his ears were filed down with bite marks. Lucky for him some brave nice lady picked him up and brought him to a shelter. At the shelter they called him Butkus cause of his linebacker instincts. He had drive, meanness, and a consuming desire to pursue, tackle, and manhandle everything in his way. Our take on it was, Bowie is a recovering anarchist, a squatting punk rock dog in desperate need of a bed to call his own. He's eaten two so far.