I was born on a giant farm in Tennessee on October 10, 2005. One day, while I was taking my usual nap, my mom got a call from someone in L.A. Guess who it was? Dylan and Cole Sprouse. My mission: Tame the Sprouses! A month later, I was crated up and loaded into a giant metal tube with wings to start my adventure, armed with only a little bowl of water, food and a peepee pad. Much to my dismay, three hours into the trip, I had an accident, so I arrived in Los Angeles tired, stinky and dizzy, but happy to get on land.
I took a good look at my targets and realized that the Sprouses were a peaceful race. I arrived at their cave in the suburbs to find that my accommodations were no 15 acres of farmland, just 10 feet of cushioned kennel living space! The two-legged ones thought I didn't know how to go to the bathroom on my own. Secretly, I just wanted to go on their floor.
So here I am now, doing my best to tame my new family. And getting lots of sleep when I can!
I'm not really that old . I just turned 1 this october, but you couldn't have myspace unless you were over 14.