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I am a single-coated fawn Pug. I'm a Virgo, love riding in the car, going to Starbucks (they give me treats), and watching Animal Planet. My hobbies are looking sad, sniffing things, and shedding.
I live in Green Harbor with my Mum. I have a step brother named Jeeves... he came with Dad. Jeeves is a Pug of Color. (We are a mixed family. Mom and Dad are mixed, as well. He went to Cambridge and she went to Oxford.) Together we enjoy going to Maine with Mum and Dad, running under the bed, crowding Mum and Dad out of the bed, and snoring loudly. |
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Thursday, November 29, 2007
Daddy Isn't Really Bad
My mommy calls Daddy Cranky Spice. I hear lots of people talking and they think he's very cranky, too, but he's not. Mostly people are afraid of Daddy because he seems "cross." Cross is a word that people who live in another country not-this-one say to mean pissed off. That may be part of the problem, too.
I think I've figured it out, though. Daddy is from too many places! He came from a place called Kurdistan when he was little, which is also Iraq, but Kurdish people get cranky if you call it Iraq. They are very fond of their Kurdiness and some Iraq people didn't like their Kurdiness and were mean about it.
Then he lived in a place called Ing Gull And, also called Brit-an and the Yoo-Kay and Yore-Up. People there are confused, too.
THEN he lived in America, which is home, which is excellent! In America he became a doctor, which is like a vet only for biggers. Then he liked it so much for its excellentness that he became an American, which is USA and HOME and lots of other excellent things, and is made up of all sorts of people from all sorts of places, which contributes greatly to its total excellentness!
Only NOW Daddy is a Kurdish-British-Americanish-Crankyish person. People see him and think he is pretty but hear his name and think he is Arab, which he isn't, but then they hear his voice and think he is Yore A Peein/Something (which, I can tell you for a fact, he ALWAYS does inside, and Mommy makes him do something special with the seat or she yells), which he ALSO isn't. And then if he says "I'm American" in stead of telling them a big long story they say something like "but what are you really?"
Which is when Daddy growls like a pug doggie, which is excellent! But it scares other biggers, which is baaaad.
Mommy always rubs his belly just like she rubs mine and says "you're just misunderstood, baby." Daddy likes belly rubbings.
I guess, though, it might be better if everyone just figured out who was pugs, who was biggers, and never minded about the other things. That way Daddy wouldn't seem so mean all the time, because he isn't. He's just misunderstood.Labels: bad daddies, cranky men, excellent stuff, yore a peein so put the seat up
posted at 11:34 AM by Maxwell Der Wünderpug :: 2 woofs in response (click to add a woof)::permalink