April 28th 2006 8:12 am
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My mom picked me up at eight weeks of age from Robin's house. She wanted me to stay longer (like til 12 weeks) so I could leran not to bite and such but other people snatched up my brother's and sister's at six weeks so I was all by myself. Mom had no choice but to pick me up prematurely and do the dirty deed herself of teaching me to keep my pirrhana teeth to myself. Soooo, since she sounded so silly squealing every time I bit her, I couldn't help but to fall down and roll over laughing at her every time! Before I knew it she was shoving this tennis ball into my belly every time I laughed at her, and guess what! I learned that my razor sharp teeth made great velcro for carring that tennis ball!!! Matter of fact I became a great fetcher. The only problem is that none of these toothy activities gave her inspiration for my name. For the first four weeks I was "cutie pie" and "sweety." Thank God one day we went to the grand opening of the White Rock dog park - on the day I turned 12 weeks!!
For many weeks my new friends tried to think up a name for me. My mom told embarrasing stories about how at home I was a terror with her velcro water sandals and the vacuum cleaner, yet at the dog park I was this wimpy little dog ... Then one day, after hearing that darn vacuum story for the 10th time in a row, someone cut her off in mid sentence and said, "yeah, yeah, yeha, we know, Buffy the Vacuum Slayer HATES loud noise even though she can barely issue a "ruff' at the dog park! Got any other stories?"
Everyone busted out laughing at that one and guess what, the name stuck! Everyone at the park fell in love with my new nickname and before I knew it everyone was chanting "Buffy, Buffy, Buffy, Skitem Buffy" every time my shepherd puppy friend Cheyenne would make me show my belly. Well, it worked, and now I have learned how to bark incessantly at those big dogs and lunge at their furry Adam's apples by leaping in the air. I still let them chase me in zig zags to wear them out before I attack, it works every time! As soon as they flop on the ground from exhaustion, the Vacuum Slayer pounces like a big cat. I could have been the first female running back for the Dallas Cowboys because of my fancy footwork, switchback's and end-zone gyrations, but instead I am Buffy the Vacuum Slayer! I like to play possum and run, but in the end I have my way!