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My name is Pepe, and I'm a 10-year-old chihuahua (that's 53 in human years, according to the calculator at www.onlineconversion.com/dogyears.htm ). Apparently, the human conception that one human year is equal to 7 dog years is inaccurate... check it out. I had to lie about my age... I don' think MySpace would give a page to an 9-year-old, regardless of how cute or intelligent he is!
My dad says that I'm "scary-smart"... maybe he's right. I can count to 3 in English, Spanish, German, Japanese, Korean, French and Turkish. My dad uses the counting to keep me in line... if he gets to 3, I get locked in my crate for a time-out. I also communicate my wants through sign language and rudimentary speech (mostly growls and peeps).
I've been using my dad's computer since I was a puppy... he used to get up on Saturday mornings and work on his side jobs (designing houses and additions and such), and he'd let me curl up on a towel in his lap and sleep while he did. He used to work until friends of his (mostly kids from the youth group that he worked with) would start IMing him on AIM.
One morning, while he was typing to his friend Willy (now known as Liam), he took his hands off of the keyboard for a minute... I had been watching him... when a line would pop up on the screen, dad would type something back then hit the "Enter" key... then wait for another line to appear before typing again. Well... when dad was away from the keyboard, I saw a line from Willy pop up, so I typed back, then hit the "Enter" key. Of course, I didn't know how to spell (I was just a puppy, after all), so the line came out as gibberish. Willy sent back a bunch of question marks, so I, following the pattern, typed back again. After a few rounds of this, once my dad could get off of the floor from laughing (he's a little weird), he picked me up and had me sit on his lap while he took over again. I don't think Willy ever believed that I was typing!
Anyway, I took every opportunity to get online that I could... but it wasn't often, because my dad's afraid of what I'll do if left unsupervised. My dad could tell that I've been frustrated lately, so he let me start a MySpace page, which I'll have to use under supervision. He says that I can get on and blog my antics for any particular day, so keep checking back... I'm a pretty mischievous little guy!