Sniff-sniff-snort-snort, I’m Ellie! I’m part pug. Everyone always debates what I’m a mixture of…
Chihuahua, Beagle, Dachshund. But, hello?! I’m a dog. Duh! I don’t know exactly when my birthday is, but the vet says I’m 4. I’m the newest edition to the household. Mama and Daddy rescued me 3 years ago.
Mama saw me on a pet website for the local pound and told Daddy they had to meet me. The lady at the shelter accidentally let me go without a leash, and I ran right to Mama. It’s like I knew she would be nice and keep me safe. As we were leaving, I had to test my new humans. I needed to see if their new loyalty was true, so I rolled in dog poo as we walked to the truck. Guess what? They still kept me!
Since I’m a Mama’s girl and a creature of habit, I thought I’d make a list of my favorite things.
A few of my favorite things:
- Sunning like a cat.
- Cuddling on the couch with Mama.
- Sleeping in “my spot” on the bed with Daddy.
- Chasing turkeys and crows out of our yard.
- Belly rubs.
- Sneaking food out of the trash.
- Stealing Oreo’s toys.
PlayingTrying to play with the cats.
- My under bite. It gives me character. Don’t you think?
One thing I do not like or could do a little less of…being the baby. Mama has taken it a little too far by using me as a test baby for all the baby gadgets around the house. And what’s worse is she photographs me in each one. Behold the proof…
Needless to say, I’ll welcome a baby. Please, sooner rather than later.