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Trapper
 Born: November, 1995
Breed: Female Cairn
Residence: Indiana
Weight: 17 pounds (there's more of me to love...)
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Favorite food: Pizza and ice cream (and most everything else).
Favorite toy: Fuzzy Bear - I just shake him and shake him and shake him, then Mommy plays tug with Fuzzy and me, then she throws him, I grab him, and shake him, and shake him and shake him! You get the picture.
Favorite activity: I play "keep me away" from my 2-legged brother. He likes to "stalk" me and I can "keep me away" by going in, around and under the dining room table and my Mommy's recliner! He usually gets tired before he catches me.
Special talents: I can balance myself as I walk up my Mommy's side when she is trying to sleep. I start at the bottom of her leg and walk all the way up her side, standing on her arm and giving her the "vulture" look. I can also walk on my back legs and peer into the shrubs at the birds in their nests. I've also caught several rabbits who have come into my yard. Very agile, you see.
Most embarrassing moment: Well, I wasn't really embarrassed, but Mommy took me to work to show me off to her friends, and I made a puddle on the carpet. She was REALLY embarrassed!
Most trouble I ever got into: I guess the most trouble was when my family went out for the day and I was so lonely that I chewed up my Daddy's glasses and my 2-legged brother's favorite sunglasses. I was smart enough not to eat any of them - but boy did I teach them a lesson!!
My favorite friends: Smoky (my little poodle boyfriend next door); Scrappy (my big boyfriend -- he's a mixed breed that I can walk under real easy); and my cousin Abigail (she's a Yorkie).
Biggest adventure: When I was just a puppy, my Daddy got on some big noisy thing in the gararge and drove it out. It was chewing up the grass and spitting it out. I was really scared and took off running as fast as I could. When my Daddy put that THING away, he realized I was missing. He searched everywhere. He walked through the fields and even drove around in his truck. It took several hours, but he finally spotted me sitting on top of a little hill in an open field about 1/2 mile from home (we live in the country). I didn't get into trouble though. He was just glad he didn't have to tell Mommy that I was gone.
Member since May 2001 (or earlier)
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