Missy Elliot: Yo-Yo Dieter


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Home:Makati City, Philippines  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Nicknames:
Miss, Missy-missy, Missyrabul, Rabul, Boolee, Bool, Booleedogg, Pee-pee, Pea, Baby Ugly, Beautiful Ugly, Pumpkin, Pampers

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred-blind

Birthday:
August 18th 2004

Likes:
F-O-O-D :) :) :)

Pet-Peeves:
She farts on my face, but she doesn't like being cuddled too much. She snores really loud, but hates it when I bark. She pushes my head off my pillow and takes over like it's her pug-god-given right. She's adorable just the same :)

Favorite Toy:
Oh, whatever she can get her paws onto--from squeaky toys to stuffed animals to rawhide to empty PET bottles. Oh, and my precious shoes!

Favorite Food:
She'll eat anything. Eating is her favorite thing in the world!

Favorite Walk:
Any trip down our 3rd floor apartment is a holiday for her

Best Tricks:
Finishing her entire meal in 5 seconds flat.

Arrival Story:
Until she came along I was only living for myself, with no care for anyone but me, I and myself. Missy was a gift, a gift that was intended to be a lesson in responsibility. And what a lesson she would turn out to be. Two days after I brought her home the vet said her left eye was badly infected; she could lose her eyesight. The breeder offered to take her back, but I decided to keep her. I didn't realize until then that, in two short days, I had fallen in love with this scrawny, smelly little furball. She spent her first couple of weeks in the dog hospital. The vet was able to save the eyeball, though her left eye is now completely blind. The right eye is also partially blind. Though with that boundless energy in her tiny little body, you would never suspect she's visually impaired. She's my little angel, the little love of my life.

Bio:
She was supposed to be called Britney (after the pop star, pre-Federline, back when she still wore panties), but since I'm never good with irony, I ended up naming her after the rapper.

Forums Motto:
Spoiled bitch

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Hello

I've Been On Dogster Since:
September 7th 2006 More than 8 years!

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Dogster Id:
379501


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I live to eat


I think therefore I am

September 8th 2006 11:31 pm
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Pugs aren't considered among the smartest in the pack. I, for one, wouldn't exactly wow humans for my smarts as much as for my good looks (harhar). (Blame it on my mom for not training me well enough.)

But my pug pals will agree we amaze humans just by a single head tilt (if you've ever met one of my kind, then you know what I'm talking about). Talk to me and I'll tilt my head like I understand everything you're saying. I'll look at you in earnest, brows furrowed. Several head tilts more and you'll believe I'm Einstein.

Of course, that's just an act. I don't understand twat haha! I sometimes sit in a corner, my shoulders hunched over, with a severe, faraway look on my face. When Mom notices, she asks what I'm thinking, and I give her a head tilt, lips curled (you talkin' to me?). It always makes her smile. She thinks her baby's a genius. Truth is, I'm just a genius when it comes to stuffing my face. (But more on that later.)

What are dogs thinking, really? It bugs my mom, and so do other humans, I suppose. If I could tell you you'll probably freak out. So I'd rather not. Go figure...

 

Fashionista

September 8th 2006 7:50 am
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I don't enjoy playing dress up too much. Since I live in the tropics it can get really hot. But my mom seems to be so bored with her life that, when I was only a few months old, she bought me two clothes on a whim and a pair (well, actually, a quartet) of booties. The first was a frilly pink pinafore that I hated so much coz it would slip off my shoulders. I looked really silly! The other was a red T-shirt that fit me better (I got lots of compliments for it and, as my mom says, red is my color). The booties never really took off. C'mon, Mom, I know you love me, but making me wear shoes just bordered on animal abuse!

At the time, there weren't many pet accessories shops in Manila (if there were any, the choices were very limited and quite expensive--now pet accessories shops are a dime a dozen here). What my mom did was to get me new clothes on her trips abroad (she always got me stuff on her trips, though I didn't care so much for the clothes as much as the bag of treats and toys). Her absolute fave is the kimono she got me in Tokyo, but I'd gotten too fat I got to wear it only 3 times :) Now I have my own little rack of clothes, though I still prefer to go commando. I like my pearls, though. If my mom gets filthy rich, I just know she'll buy me a diamond-studded collar :)

 

I live to eat

September 8th 2006 4:25 am
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I was so scared when my mommy took me home for the first time. I was 4 mos. old and very scrawny. And I stank so bad (ask my mom)! I was so nervous on the ride home, and I could tell so was my mom. You see, she lost her first dog many years before, she got so heartbroken, and she's never had a pet since then. She doubted if having another pet was a good idea...

When I arrived in my new house, I was shivering so bad. My new mom was so helpless she decided to put a big bowlful of kibbles in my new pink bowl. I went for it right away, scattering all the kibbles across the living room. I finished my dinner so quickly my mom thought I must've been very hungry so she put more food in my bowl. Gone just as quick as the first serving! By this time my tummy had grown so big!

It would take a few months before my mom finally learned that there's no satiating my tummy (grin) no matter how much she feeds me. She loves me so much, though, that she can't help but share everything she eats with me--popcorn, pizza, Cheetos, Tostitos dipped in sour cream, raisins, adobo, crispy pata... When the vet told her chocolates are bad for me, she bought a gourmet bag of doggie chocolates for me on one of her trips. Yuck! I couldn't eat them, though, to my mom's dismay :( Hey, I'm no fool! I may eat practically anything but that doesn't say I can't be picky...

So there, I've been a yo-yo dieter for two years. If my mom had her way she'll feed me everything (I have very bad table manners; I beg a lot, with my pity-me look, and it always works), but she knows being overweight will harm me in the end (my mommy doesn't want me to get sick). Right now, I'm on a diet again--absolutely no treats (except on my bath day) and junk food...

 
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