Hi Folks! Indy here.
Mum banished me to the dog house for sneaking a post onto her blog. Okay, so I don’t actually have a dog house. I lived the first year of my life in a crate, and now I snuggle up on the sofa under this blanket Mum knit. Once in a while, Pop lets me sleep with my mum as long as I stay on her side.
Anyway, after scrambling and hiding under the sofa until Mum coaxed me out in her sweeter-than-molasses voice, I balanced on my hind legs, begging Mum to let me use her laptop again. She agreed…as long as I do my posts while she’s asleep. I overhead heard Mum telling Pop she was thrilled that I brought in so many awesome comments. Thanks folks, you saved my hide!
Two weeks ago, I promised to tell you about a very unique page—Fur Babies. It’s still not ready. I only have so much computer time.
I also promised I’d tell you a little more about my breed. The info I uncovered two weeks ago about Cresteds’ originating in China may be a myth. I didn’t say I was educated, only that I possess doggie smarts. You know, stuff like the ability to sniff out squirrels, skunks, and animal and baby poo. It’s stinky, but I keep coming back for more.
Now, I don’t believe everything I read, but this article I’m squinting at states that the Chinese Crested originated in Africa, and they were called “African Hairless Terriers.” Then Chinese trading ships sailed in. They dropped anchor along the shores of Africa, kidnapped my breed, and forced my distant relatives to hunt…rats! What the—
Well, I’ll be. It says here that the Chinese renamed our breed. So maybe the story of Cresteds’ originating in China is half true.
There’s more! The Ancient Aztecs got a-hold of us and used us for bed warmers. No wonder Mum says I stick to her like a piece of Velcro.
Oh my. Those cannibals also ate us for breakfast, lunch, and supper!
Good thing I wasn’t born way back then. Can you imagine if the SPCA had been around? I’m sure those Aztecs would be thrown in jail—the lot of them. That’s what I call cruelty to animals!
Want to hear some info about my physical self?
Cool! I’m saving my emotional stuff for future stories. Hee hee!
At birth, my nose was short and pink. And then, all of a sudden, my nose started growing longer, just like Pinocchio’s. Weird huh? And then my nose turned black. That’s weird too!
I love wrapping my paws around anyone who’ll hold me.
Did you notice my head is wedge-shaped and that my muzzle tapers quite nicely into my cheeks?
In case you forgot, my eyes are the same color as Paul Newman’s—piercing blue. Bet you don’t see that every day. (Okay, huskies have blue eyes too. I’ll give them some credit.) Each time my photo is snapped, my eyes turn white, except for my bio pic at the top. I don’t get it.
My ears are floppy, but boy, they sure stand at attention when something catches my interest. Like Matilda—Mum’s wacky, marketing butterfly. I’m glad she’s gone on vacation.
I don’t bark, ever. I buff which means “pay attention.” Or I howl like a baby whale that’s been torn away from its mummy’s side.
My fur is quite fine with a thick, double coating. It’s supposed to be long, but my mum can’t stand the knots, so she insists the groomer shave me. No wonder I’m always cold. I’m half-naked! If she brushed me every day, we wouldn’t have a problem.
I don’t shed, so I make the perfect pet for people like Mum. She’s deathly allergic to most dogs and all cats.
My fur coat was white and apricot, but now it’s mostly white. Probably has something to do with hardly having any fur left. 🙁
I weighed 2 lbs. and 3 oz. after popping out of my birth mother’s tummy. Now I’m a hefty 8 lbs. My legs are very long, and are almost skinner than a stick.
I’m allergic to wool, lanolin, and lamb. Mum loves baby lambs. She loves almost all animals.
I don’t have a B.O. I mean I don’t have a doggie odor. I don’t smell—period. Although, when I “try” to lick Mum’s face, she squeezes her nose and yells, “Pe-ew! Indy, your breath stinks!”
You won’t find any fleas on my sleek body. No sir! But ticks could be a problem, not that I’ve had any unwelcome guests come to visit. That would be quite icky.
I almost forgot to show you my sharp fangs. Don’t worry. I’m not a vampire, and I don’t bite!
Oh oh! Mum’s stirring. I’ve got to dash. She gets really grouchy if she can’t get to her laptop.
I added the next part before I typed my post just in case Mum woke up early.
Congratulations, Susanna and Tina! My mum will contact you.
And thanks, Sherry for the great interview, and your generosity!
Hope you leave Mum lots of nice comments. I haven’t figured out how to add my own Gravatar yet!
Since Matilda is away on vacation, it looks like I have to do her dirty work. But I love Mum, so I’m happy to do it.
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