Age: 17 Years Sex: Male Weight: 1-10 lbs
|Home:Olympia, WA ||[I have a diary!] |
Leave a bone for Homer
Homie, Homeus-Enormous, Lil’ General, Home Fries.
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January 8th 1996
Homer loves to cuddle and takes his naps under my sweaters
The vet, car rides, having his nails clipped and the cats who believes he’s a toy, and Butters.
A stuffed Chihuahua dog.
Carrots, peanut butter, and anything Mom is eating
Our backyard, when he can do it without being tackled by a feline playing predator and prey.
Walking on his back legs. And protecting Mom’s bed from that darn Butters.
Homer's mom (our daughter) joined the Army and Homer came to live with us. We’re so happy that he did.
What Homer may be lacking in stature he makes up for in attitude. When he walks into a room he owns it, at least he thinks he dose.
He pushes his weight around (all 5lbs) and tries to rule the other animals. I never wanted a Chihuahua I thought that they were yappy little dogs that nip at your heels and just make a lot of noise. Which is some what true, but what I never expected was the heart of these little guys. Homer is the bravest dog I was ever fortunate enough to be owned by. When strangers come to the door he’s right there to check them out and let me know if they are to be trusted or not. A while ago a work mate came to our house with his girlfriend in tow she of course was quite taken with Homer’s good looks and wanted to pick him up I kept telling her that he needs time to get use to her (he has some strangers issues) but the girl just would not listen to me and kept trying to scoop Homer up. He would back up and bark at her then finally leave the room. This girl came over a few more times but Homer just never took to her because she would always try to pick him up. Finally one day she dropped by and the phone rang so I excused myself to answer it. Suddenly I heard the girl cry out and went to find out what happened the girl was nursing a bleeding ankle and Homer was standing his ground. Seems she made another attempted to scoop him up and he’d had his fill of this silly woman and sank his teeth into her ankle! Homers favorite time of day is the evening when I finally stay still and we can cuddle. He hates when I make the bed in the morning and jumps on the bed to try to stop me by pulling on the sheets and grabbing the blankets.
He takes good care of his extended animal family by cleaning everyone’s eyes and ears regularly. He’s always ready to play and rough house with any of his animal family at least on his terms.
“Darn Cat Boys I’m not a Toy”
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January 9th 2006 11:57 am
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This Christmas my family grew a lot we welcomed home my first mom and my uncle with them came Kenny (cat) and Butters (Chihuahua) or as I like the call him “That Darn Butters”. Kenny is okay I like cats, but Butters is something else, that boy is a loon! Chasing his tail and making all the people think he’s sooooo cute. He much younger and has all his teeth!! When in reality he’s kind of silly. I have a lot to teach him, like barking at the front door when a stranger comes to visit (all people that are not in my family are strangers. I don’t care how many times they have come over!) Also asking properly before jumping into someone’s lap. There also the matter of my stuff my stuffed Chihuahua dog is off limits. I really don’t mind sharing, he can have my ball and that rubber bone mom brought home (it’s too hard) but the dog is mine!!! Also I think he’s a stalker, everywhere I go he’s following me it’s unnerving. But the worse is that in the mornings when mom makes our bed up. I help her by grabbing the sheets and pulling them, also I crawl under the covers to make sure everything is safe. Poor thing I don’t know how she could do it with out me to help. Once Butters jumped up on the bed and tried to take over my job. We had some words about that one now he just sets on the floor watching while me and mom makeup the bed. Maybe he will make a good student after all. I’ll keep you posted.
July 11th 2005 12:58 pm
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Well this didn’t exactly happen yesterday but I saw that Fergie had a diary so I wanted one too.
My story started awhile back when Mom would come at me with that rubber thing on her finger and try to poke it in my mouth she called it ‘brushing my teeth’ I called it RUDE!! When I saw her getting that thing out I would run but that didn’t work out too well (for a big person Mom can really move!) Then I tired hiding somewhere, but she got really good at knowing all my hiding places. So then she tried putting some yummy liver past on it she got from my Doctor but I would just lick off the good stuff then lock my jaws I’m pretty strong for a little guy. Anyway I wouldn’t let her “brush my teeth” and I do not care for those chewy bones either. It was beginning to become quite an issue between me and Mom. But last summer I started feeling really bad I didn’t want to play with Zippy or the Cat Boys and it hurt to eat my dry food. So Mom took me to the Vet and I had to stay over night I’ve never been away from my home over night but the nice lady told mom I was very brave. The lady at the Vets office poked me with sharp things and I went to sleep when I woke up that lady had plunder 4 of my teeth! Mom says I’m still handsome and that now I have a Sylvester Stallone lips.
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