Chewie

I am just a mutt. My mother was a stray dog so who knows who she met up with. My parents rescued me from being a stray dog and took me home from the drain pipe I was born in. I am a spoiled little girl because I'm a very good dog. I don't run off, pee on the floor or chew anything I'm not supposed to. I always come when Mommy calls, I never get into the trash, beg, or grab food off the table (I tried that once and got my nose smacked...yeah, not mine, I get it!) I'm totally a southern girl....LOVE my gravey. No high class fancy dog food please...Alpo Gravy, don't be tryin' to pass off the Gravy Train either, I won't eat it. And it's gotta have an egg and just a touch of garlic. YUM! I despise when other dogs eat out of my bowl. Germs...Hello? Might as well finish it up at that point, cause I wont eat out of my dish until Mommy cleans it again. I love attention and am extremely jealous of other dogs getting love from Mommy and Daddy. I enjoy playing with my girls Sassy and Little Bit. We pal around the hood wrestling and chasing critters (occasionally catching one or two), and do our best to wreak havoc where ever we go. I like to grab junk that people leave laying around and drag it into our yard to chew on. I get yelled at for that, although I have no idea why…it’s FUN! I am fairly prissy, and don’t care to get my feet wet. I especially hate baths, but I am good enough to sit through them. Daddy only makes me take them after I roll in something he thinks is stinky. Why is it that what I think smells great, they think is stinky?? So then I have to find something else to roll in. What a pain in the butt. The best part of baths is that I always get yummy treats after. I love to lie on the couch, although that’s forbidden too. But if I sneak up on top of Mommy or Daddy that’s ok, and I get tons of love that way! Mommy went and bought me my own bed, I don’t understand why I can’t snuggle up with them but at least I’ve got my own cozy spot. I hate it when people throw stuff…..I go chasing it down just to find out that it’s a stupid ball or stick, what the hell am I supposed to do with that? I can’t eat it. Mommy’s always bringing me home things she calls “toys”. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with them. I drag them out side and give them to Sassy, she seems to enjoy chewing on them (strange). But at least then I can chase her down and steal them back, hahahaha. That seems to really get Sassy going and boy do I love to play! So that’s me. Just a fun loving pup, show me some love and you’ve got a friend for life!