Nicknames: Booger, Gizzy, Gizmo da great, Gizmo smizmo, Booger Butt II, Dancer's Legacy, Giz, Chow Hound, Tribble, Hoover
Birthday: January 9th 2009
Likes: Right now his mummy and Jenna
Pet-Peeves: Not getting picked up when he starts whining!
Favorite Toy: His blue occupus, Santa Bear and Jenna
Favorite Food: Anything that has fallen on the floor
Favorite Walk: Around the house
Best Tricks: Being cute, avoiding Jenna, getting Jenna aggravated and staying out of her reach to drive her crazy
Arrival Story: We were shopping at a local grocery store when a lady stopped and asked about our JRT (Jenna)...and then she told us she had a JRT/Chi mix puppies that she wanted to make sure got good homes, and we were very excited and decided to drive the extra hour to go see what she had and OMD...they couldn't be any cuter if they were dancing and singing. I automatically fell in love with the only black and white with brown cheeks, etc. We brought our new son home 1/9/09...and he is adorable. Jenna paws at his crate or carrier if he whines or makes a noise. I've slept on the floor with him the first two months he was home. Now he sleeps with us. He's already pretty much housebroken when weeing, but da pooing thing...he's still working at it. 10% of the time he makes the paper when pooing. He'll get there soon.
Bio: He's full of spit and vinegar and believe it or not he is answering to Booger Butt, thank you Dancer, you must have had a hand in getting us to him! I swear to you he makes the sound of a Tribble like in the Star Trek episode with William Shatner...the trouble with tribbles! He's a joy to have around. We are in love already! And he's growing and the vet next door wouldn't give him back to me the last time he went in to see him. He was so much fun to watch as he cuddled with Gizmo and held him and pretending to want to keep him (or was he?). Well we have to change his name, he answers to Booger...we've been calling him Booger Butt because he always responded to dat so dis is his new name!
I was tagged by my pal Bailey. Here are the rules:
*List 10 different items you're thankful for.
*5 will start with the first letter of your name, and the other 5 will be the first letter of your Mommy's name. (Or typist, daddy, ect.)
*So my first five will be H, my last five will be M's.
*Tag AT LEAST 4 pals
*You can do rosettes, send a pmail, or anything.
*Copy and paste this entry into your diary, only replace my answers with yours
*Everytime you do this, add another name to the list. I'd love to see how far this game gets!
5. Happy pawrents
8. Chicken strips
9. My vet Doc Allen
10. Jenna (to keep me company when I'm home alone!)
When the Maker was resting from labour,
And he gazed on the world from above,
He saw many poor, lonely humans
With noone to care for or love,
And the Lord, in His infinite mercy,
With compassion both tender and wise,
Made a furry, four legged creature
With a tail, and a pair of brown eyes...
And a heart filled with loyal devotion
From the moment his short life began.
And the Maker smiled down from his Heaven
on the Dog He created for man!
A friend gave us this poem and it is so true and appropriate...
Hee hee...me all happy...me gots a grand wife...mummy Donna nevaa weaves my side except when she has to you know...mummy Jenna nevaa weaves my side except she had surgree or somefin wike dat yesterday. Me didn't habs to go in and see dat mean ole vet. Jenna didn't seem so happy eiver. She had cryofreeze on her bumpies...dey could have weft dem der. Me was twying to eats dem off her. Dangit...me nevaa gets what I want.
Well mummy Donna has been taking me for a walk wid her and Jenna...what funs me habs. Me chases fwying leaves...dats what Mummy Donna calls dem. Me wooks for bugs...me just habing a ball being outside and discobering a whole new world. Me has been doing good on da leash. But me won't let mummy Donna puts da leash on me until me is sitting in her lap. Dat's my safe zone. We gots a neighbor who insists on shooting off fiweworks eben after daddy Tommy told him it tewwifies us. Humph...what is dat guy tinking. My daddy is slow to anger, but when you push his buttons...watch out. We habs to call da powice and trust me da guy next door does not wants da powice knocking on his door if you knows whats I means. So if he taught daddy was kidding...BOL...wast night he pushed daddy's button. Mummy says stay in da bedrooms when da powice officer gets here so daddy can get it off his chest. Now da guy knows daddy wasn't kidding (daddy is a kidder so most people are not sure when to take him sewiouswy...but me tinks he is taking it sewiouswy now).
Well anyways...me gots to go find new stuff to tear up, so as mummy Jenna sez...dat's my story and I'm sticking to it!