princepesa

I was born on 420 of 2002, I stand at 1' high, and weigh in at about 20 pounds (more puggin' for the huggin'!). My day begins by waking up by 11:00am at the head of my mommy's bed (usually on her head... I have GOT to convince her to upgrade to at least a queen), then its off to breakfast in kitchen after a quick poo poo break in the yard. After my morning meal, I get straight to work. My job as a human vaccum cleaner (picking up crumbs left by my family) workes out well for me because it allows me for a lot of "personal time" to work on my novel.. also look out my new album droppin in early December. Working as an automated vaccum cleaner is a tough job, but someone's gotta do it. After the morning shift is complete, I move on to my second job posted up in the 2nd floor window protecting the house from anything from burglars, to tornados, and the our new public enemy number one: the gardners that eat McDonald's during their luch break on our lawn. OOOH! I will be Avenged! Soon enough, after falling alseep at my post, my family will arrive home one by one. Now my day gets tricky as I attempt to fenagle every member of the family into thinking that Im absolutly starving (Hey, you dont get to be 20 pounds by laying on your ass all day... that only half of it). Three smorgasboargs of leftovers, handouts, and puppy treats later, its time for a little excercise... for my FAMILY! Yes, I have mastered the art of refusing to take a walk around the block by putting on the breaks, preventing anyone to pull me by the leash. You dogs out there, gimme a holla and ill teach you how to take walks when YOU feel like it. My mommy gets home from work late at night, then the war over the good pillow begins. I always win, but sometimes I allow her the small lower left hand corner of the pillow to rest her head under my chin. What can I say, I love to share! Maybe I'm too nice.