Nicknames: Teeny Tiny, Little Girl, Hurricane Bessie, and all the appropriate expletives.
Likes: Giving air kisses, sneaking cat food, chasing Half Cat, stepping on my toes, gnawing on Keeper's ankles, and sleeping under the covers even when it's 102 degrees out.
Pet-Peeves: Anything that illicits the word "No", being chastised, or being told to "Go away." Bessie is a diva, tried and true.
Favorite Toy: Half Cat, Keeper's jowls, a rubber duckie, and anything recently planted in the garden. She had a squeaky-toy fetish for a while until one of them turned on her at Petsmart.
Favorite Food: Bessie will eat ANYTHING, even if it's spicy. She is the Chowser of the Century.
Favorite Walk: In the morning, she's all about Limberlost park and the ground squirrels. Evening comes around, and it's chasing lizards in the wash. She's fond of the walk to the garbage can, too. You know, just in case.
Best Tricks: Squirming into my heart. The little freak understands English, too. (Cuál es por qué yo aprendo español.)
Arrival Story: One dark and stormy night I was strolling petfinder.com...Well, actually, it was really nice out, but who checks out petfinder as a pastime? Anyway, I came across the sweetest little picture ever. His name was Diablo, and he was available for adoption the next weekend. Diablo's littermates were adorable as well, especially the one with spots, but I wanted another boy. So that weekend, I hauled down to Petco, who generously gives space to rescue foundations to showcase their dogs. I was early, they were late, but I didn't budge; I wanted that little devil. Well, Diablo got shipped to another Petco, but whaddya know, there was the little spotted one. All the other puppies were playing and squirming, but Lil Spots just sat by the window. She didn't look too good; big swollen belly, nasty rash, bits of poop on her ear, but once she turned those black pool eyes on me, I was sold. We took her home thirty minutes later, christened her Bessie, and haven't got a wink of sleep since;).
Bio: Bessie and her litter were dumped very young at Pima Animal Care Center(which are nice words for animal control), a shelter terribly overburdened with unwanted dogs. As they were too young to adopt out, BARK(Baby Animal Rescue Foundation) stepped in and fostered the litter until they were old enough to be placed in forever homes. She was born around October 1st, 2004, but she likes to pretend she's been around the block a few times already. She currently has total domination over this household, and is looking towards yours next. PLEASE NOTE: Opt to Adopt! With 8-12 million animals being euthanized each year(that's one every 4 seconds), not to mention the unsung deaths of the homeless, neglected and abused, adopting an animal from your local shelter or rescue organization not only feels great, it's a real solution to the epidemic of pet overpopulation. And don't forget... please spay or nueter your pet!
Okay, it's like this. I was totally running around the yard and stuff, with the "puppy crazies" as my momma calls them, when skinny old Taj the cat goes screaming by. So I tried to chase him, but of course he totally cooned me and jumped the fence. Whoa, no way! The gate was open; someone forgot to close it! I'm not ever allowed to go out on the Street by myself, but you know, I'm getting big, so I thought, "Why not?" I could handle it.
So I go tearing out, Taj is there licking himself on the garbage can, but at this point I can't be bothered with him. Dude, there was stuff to smell EVERYWHERE. Like food wrappers, pee-pee, and my personal favorite, cat poop! Omigod, I was in heaven. Well, next thing I know, this little homie is there, rubbing me, asking me all these questions, and then he picks me up! I'm like, wait dude, I'm on walkabout! Squirming didn't help; he trucked me a whole two blocks to his house. I was kinda worried about getting home, but then he gave me some nasty old wet cat food, and I forgot all about it.
I guess I was there for a couple days, I dunno, I was too busy playing with my new homey and making stinky cat food farts. Then next thing I know, he's walking me down the street, and I see my momma! Hey, where did she go anyway? She was all blubbery with some nonsense that I was lost, then she gave the boy some cash and we were home. Keepie like totally licked me from head to toe, and even Taj the cat rubbed against me. It was good to be home, and I think I might hang around here for a while. Especially as there is a big old chain on the gate now.
Well, this weekend marks my 9th week aboard planet earth. I have to say, that while it has been somewhat of a struggle thus far, I'm really digging my new parents and my new bro, Keepie. I was real shy with this family at first, and sweet of course, but now that I feel comfortable, I'm really laying it on. Aside from about six hours of sleep at night, and a nap at noon, I am going like a house on fire. There is just so much to see and, naturally, put in my mouth. My favorite is when my mom tries to "sweep" me with the broom. Who cares about the dirt, just try and catch this diablita! Oooh, and the garden is just delightful; did you know that nasturtiums are edible? Now this one might make some people squeamish, but boy do I love to eat the cat's @#%&. Although for some reason, my mom freaks out when I do it. But my all-time favorite is at night time, when my family gets sleepy, and my mommy, daddy and brother(and sometimes the cat, when he isn't outside making poop for me) all cuddle together under the covers. But who wants to talk about sleep, I see a flip-flop that needs chewing!