Nicknames: Pumps, Pumpkernickle, Pooker, Poo, Lovey, anything but my real name.
Birthday: August 26th 2000
Likes: I love my toys, ohmygarsh, do I love them! *manic eyes* Play. Now. DO IT.
Pet-Peeves: My little sister. The Mocha. Mocha Jo. Ohmygarsh, is SHE annoying! *eye roll* But she's also one of my favourite toys.
Favorite Toy: Mocha is, d'ur! But my favourite MATERIAL toy is this superbly awesometastic thing called a tennis ball. It even squeaks! Go figure! *big grin*
Favorite Food: FOOD? I'm hungry NOW, and you have the nerve to--? Why, I oughtta...
Favorite Walk: I don't WALK, man. I run. I bounce. I bite bums. It's how I roll. I'm awesome like that.
Best Tricks: O_o Um... I can do this thing with my bum.... I sit on stuff and the stuff's owners can't get to it. It's suberbly awesometastic.
Arrival Story: Mum was but a four-year-old, and I was being my cheerful, flippin' CUTE, little self, while my siblings and I were busy being nosy and cudly and fluffy. It was our thing back then, y'know? So then, some freakish-looking HUMANS walked in like nobody's business and grabbed me up and coddled me and petted me. Then later they left with me in their ALSO freakish-looking vehicle and coddled me some more. Er... the vehicle frightened me. I wee'd on a towel on the way home. Sorry you had to hear that, Mum. But you still lurve me, right? *pause* Psh! Of course!
Bio: I love me some grapes. Only a few, I swear! *burp* And there is more: I likes me my strawberries, too, and blueberries, and everything under the sun tastes good! But I can't have meat. Or dairy.... Mum says I'm actually becoming pudgy from eating too much fruits and veg, but how can there be too much? I mean, REALLY???
Forums Motto: Great idea, Mo! I'll share your treat!
... I've really been slacking lately, eh? About a year's passed with my page dormant! I've picked up a new phrase or two from Mum lately. "Oh, my garsh" and "Oh, my garshness" are two of them, and then there's a rather more recent one that she only uses when typing: "Superbly awesometastic." Yes, it seems that Mum's too "grand" to use "grand" anymore. We spent much time thinking up new, superbly awesometastical words for her to use. Oh, and by the way, I almost have a waistline now! I've been cutting down on the treats, since the vet decided I was *gasp!* FAT, sometime last year. For shame, Doctor WhateverYourNameIs. Er... I'm just loverly and big-boned, that's all! Er... the fur provides extra weight! Er... your glasses add a pound or two to a dog's derriere! YES, that's it. I'm already poofy from all that fur, and you go and wear glasses that make me look fat!
Sorry I haven't been saying much, but nothing exiting really happened- at all. Except for today! My mum brought me some ice-cream when she came home with her mom. My little sister, Mocha, got the first few licks (she's spoiled, you know!), but I got the most! I don't know about Mocha, but I grabbed the biggest piece of the cone as I could and watched... and waited... and ate my dinner of vegetables. Of course, Mocha gets some too... But I got the most, because my mum loves me. Or because Mocha doesn't eat much. Anyway, I heard that Mocha's been bad... but I'll let her tell, because I have more to bark about! Just a few days ago, I got myself GROOMED. Yes, GROOMED. The horrible 'G' word. 'Bath' is bad enough, but I had to be... groomed.
There I was, minding my own buisness... when suddenly I felt a harness being put on me! I stood there, frozen with fear. Time to fight The Evil One. Then the leash was snapped onto the harness, I knew just what to do, so I stared at Mum with all my cuteness power until she HAD to take the harness off me! She did nothing. Then someone picked my up and carried me to the car... MY OWN FAMILY HAD DECIEVED ME!! I was going to the groomer's, no doubt about it. I'll be back with revenge... right after my afternoon nap, of course. It's best to plan stuff while asleep!