Nicknames: the General; the Red Menace; the Squirt; Monkeyboy; Franco Columbo, The Hulk
Birthday: October 11th 2005
Likes: Barking orders at other dogs and taking over the world
Pet-Peeves: 1. Clementine telling him what he can do with his barking orders 2. When you put your hand in your pocket but fail to produce a treat
Favorite Toy: Perro Superior Gran Riserva cigars
Favorite Food: Food, no time for food when your goal is world domination
Favorite Walk: Wherever he can spray the message of Revolution!
Best Tricks: Lulling the humans into a false sense of trust- buahahahaha
Arrival Story: He was promised to a certain movie star and through a comedy of errors, ended up with us- hence the resentment. Instead his cousin is livng the Hollywood lifestyle. Tough break little man.
Bio: As he sees it, Hannibull is a fearless Carthaginian General hellbent on conquering Rome. His sister Clementine is the Roman army of course. He is always looking for allies and will march up to any dog, regardless of size or disposition and try to recruit them, if they do not respond in kind he perceives them as Roman sympathizers and then watch out. He may be a military strategist but he is not good at reading doggie language. In between battles he loves napping on laps and belly rubs. And he doesn't do bad with the ladies considering how focused he is on his imaginary missions.
I am on hiatus from my longterm undercover espionage assignment. I have been deep undercover as a lapdog and I can't tell you how wonderful it is to finally be done with that. Blech! There are some perks to being a pampered pup that I may miss but I can't say wearing glitter collars and acting the part of the gentelman is really for me. It's good to be back to being a doggy dog dog, if you know what I'm saying. Rolling on stinky things, jumping on people who are afraid of me, stealing food left at French Bulldog level, and peeing everywhere!
Jumping through obedience hoops like a trained seal, never again; but the intel I gathered is invaluable in my plot to take over the world. And I have to say I played the part so well that I earned bed (human guard bed) privileges which I may have to hang on to. Who can go back to a dog bed after sleeping on a King-size tempurpedic foam mattress that supports all of my joints and pressure points just right? It's the perfect place to wakeup and get in a long session of "preparation for the day" or what the humans refer to as my "snort and backscratch happy backdance." They are so clueless about proper stretching, exhalation and mucus clearing to begin the day- it's just amazing that they remain the species in charge!
Well it seems I have been tagged by:
Now I am not one for wasting resources so I'm using the "tag" game to test Dogster communications to see if they are effective and secure for Dog Rebel Army messages to the faithful. So here goes, I am tagging 7 of my most trusted comrades, here are your orders:
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!
My Seven Pawsome Facts:
1. I am the ringleader of a secret police squad of Boxers that I recruited at Downtown Dogs Daycare
2. I weigh in at an imposing 21 pounds (of pure muscle I might add)
3. I love the ocean, I think I was a surfer in a past life.
4. My portrait was done for posterity by Alexis Trice (check out her website www.welcometothedoghouse.net)
5. The female bodyguard loves me more than Clementine
6. I still sneak some pee mail messages in the house every once in a while (revolution is more important than getting the "housebroken" label)
7. TOP SECRET: this is the fact that will be the true test of the security of Dogster communications: I sleep with a ...teddybear.
They've made me "Dog of the Week" This can only mean one thing, they are trying to expose my plans to take over the world. I'm going to have to start using a secret code in my diary that only the loyal dog army can understand. The drawback of utilizing code is that it will negatively impact potential recruits that read my journal but what else can I do this kind of exposure is too risky. There is too much at stake. What a shame, what a setback.
The humans have been completely fooled into trusting me, since I haven't pooped in the house in ages, if they get a whiff of what I'm up to, that's it, it'll be crate city baby. And forget about off-leash privileges.
On the other hand, I'm sure there will be lots of lovely ladies on Dogster that will have the opportunity to get a glimpse of me for the first time. Maybe this honor will have some pluses... I think I am beginning to see the positives. I mean who am I to deny the female dog public my handsome form? Gotta give the people what they want. Am I right? I didn't rise to the rank of General without knowing how to work the crowd a little. What was I concerned about, this face can only mean good PR.