October 12th 2004 2:39 pm
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People and dogs who know me know that I love to chatter...I don't mean that typical obnoxious yapping that characterizes most small dogs (I am only small outside, my inner dog is actually quite large, by the way), but instead I like to talk. I like to talk when others are talking, when my people are on the phone, if I want them to put my special blanket on the couch so that I can get up on it...

I've really always liked to chatter...see my first photo (the one with no hair)? I could barely stand up, but I started chattering soon after this. Getting up off of the pillow that my mother had mistakenly given me for a bed after she found me, I teetered over to my sister's real bed (one of those couch-style ones - I have my own now too) and began rolling around making (small) crazy monkey hooting and chattering noises. A few days later, I broke my leg (also dislocating my joint) trying to jump off something that was a bit too high. My father got in big trouble for not watching me more carefully. I screamed for quite a while after this, but then began to chatter some more.

Nowadays, I chatter a lot when my bed cover has been washed, or when a human asks me a question that I don't quite understand. I also LOVE to make a variety of noises when my sister, Ek Be, and I wrestle. We can both make extremely high-pitched noises (while wrestling) that most people don't associated with dogs.