The Story of Me

To celebrate Minna Krebs‘ Gotcha Day, bloggers all over are presenting their own Story of Me.  It was her brother’s idea, as a way to honor her special day.  He must be one smart pup!  And as a present, she and her mom will be donating $50 in green papers to a winner’s animal charity of choice.  That’s one really awesome Gotcha Day celebration!  Happy Gotcha Day, Minna Krebs!!

And so…
I’m sure the whole world celebrated the day I was born.  I was a bit too groggy, wobbly, and vision-impaired at the time to notice.  And I’m sure I was my mama’s pride and joy, too.

From what I hear, I had a few siblings, and I was the littlest one.  Mom’s daughter Liz had been wanting a puppy for a long time and kept thinking about a Chihuahua.  No offense to anyone out there, but I’m ultimately cuter and greater!  BOL  Anyway, she ended up visiting her friend, who actually was the hu-mom of my mama (stay with me here).  I guess I had her at cuteness.  Liz fell in love with me, and the rest is history.

Okay, maybe a little spooky here, but check out those bows!

When Liz first brought me home, Mom wouldn’t talk to Liz for two whole days.  There was something about how she’d already discussed that it wasn’t a good time to bring another furry into the house, too much going on, pets are a serious responsibility, blah, blah, blah.  So she was firing mad about what Liz had done.  But you know, by the end of the second day I’d totally worked my charm on Mom.  Hook, line and sinker. That’s all I’ll say.

As a toddler.

I was a really dinky pup and couldn’t control my legs very well at all.  That’s not the case anymore.  I watched and practiced everything that the cats did (well, almost), and now I’m as nimble as they are.  I can jump up onto things, leap over things, and run around the house with the best of them.  It was crucial that I learn their skills, I knew it would come in handy for my ultimate dominance.  But initially I was quite pathetic.   My back legs were like floppy stuffed-doll legs!  And there were those times I bravely attempted what no little, nonathletic pup should, and crashed to the floor.  Thankfully, I have a very hard head!

There was quite a long muddling over what my name should be.  The first one suggested, Chewbacca, frightens me at the thought.  How dare they even utter that!  And worse yet, Mom laughingly suggested Bushman.  I guess that’s the name of some famous ape that used to be at a zoo here.

Bushman

Now that’s really over the top.   But, looking back at my baby pictures, I guess I can’t blame them.  Still, I honestly don’t know why they just didn’t think of Princess, or Queen, and go with something like that.  Humans.  I don’t know if I’ll ever understand them.  Eventually, though, Liz suggested CindyLu, because I looked just like Cindy Lou Who from the Dr. Seuss books.  Mom was alllll over that one; her favorite author is Dr. Seuss.  (I know, don’t ask).

Possibly related

So there it was, my name.  CindyLuWho, or CindyLu for my own.  I do have some striking similarities to her, and I even have the super-long eyelashes and stand the same way.  And from what I hear, people think she’s cute, so…

It didn’t take me very long, if I do say so myself, before I trained everyone to obey on command, or by the wiggle of my tail. Sometimes, though, I still have to discuss things with them.  They are slow, I have to have patience.  As for the other furries in the house, I adopted Chester (the big lug), and Chandler, Rascal and Bo (all kitties) as my brothers.  And we’ve had two foster-sister girls here for a long time now, so I watch over them.  They’re cats, but hey, everyone is under my dominion.  Oh, and I insist  to go with on car rides! It’s a great way to keep tabs on what my humans are up to.

As for interests, well….I like to eat whatever someone else is eating.  That has a particular appeal to me. Forget about putting it in my bowl even – just let me eat from the cats’ dishes or Chester’s bowl or the peeps’ plates.  Oh, and snackies from the litter boxes – yum!   I love going for walkies, and expect to be carried back home if I get too worn out.   Hey, these are funky little legs I’m working with here, people!  I also love to chase the cats, roughhouse with Chester, play in snow, eat treats, sleep with Mom, and my stuffie. He’s really worn out, and falling apart, but I love my little bear.  I can’t wait for the snow to come!

Got snow?

Now, as for dislikes…hmm.  Well, I’d have to say I really dislike that nasty beagle down the street.  And I’m not alone, you can hear all the dogs in the neighborhood barking at him when he walks by their house.  I don’t like when Chester steps on my paw, but he’s forgiven ’cause he’s just a big ol’ lovable oaf who doesn’t mean it.  I hate it when the cats’ claws get stuck in my fur, I wish they wouldn’t stick those things out when I surprise-attack them.  I don’t like your regular dog food. It’s disgusting.  Beneath me.  And I don’t like when people can’t understand what I’m saying. Very frustrating!

Tricks and special qualities?  I don’t do tricks.  Ok, maybe sit, and for a really good reason I’ll dance – but it has to be a super-fantastic treat or forget it.  I talk in syllables just like the words, which I guess is something.  The problem is – water, hungry, outside – all two syllables!  So I’m training Mom on “fresh water” (which is what I’m hinting at anyway), “hungry, food, I want some food” and “go out for walkies”.  That seems to work better.  She has to learn these things; I decide when I want them, so she’s gotta understand what I want!

All in all, I’ve been a lucky girl.  I was born in a warm house with a family; I adopted my own family, where I live with lots of love (and good food) in a warm house.  I’ve never had to know what many doggies suffer through.  Other than all that, I’d have to say I’m really happy I have my family.  I’ve got plenty of brothers, and the foster sisters, to play or snuggle with.  I love the humans, too, and can’t imagine my life without them. And I think they’re really happy to have me around, too.

And yes, I come running if you call out, “CindyLUUU Hoooo!’

CindyLu ^’..’^