Plato Born in Wisconsin on August 28, 1996 (Virgo)
If I Were A Human I'd Be . . .
. . . either a musician or a demolition expert.
Things I Love
Toys and playing. Going through the cupboards, cabinets, closets, wastebaskets, etc. and finding things that don't belong to me. Chewing on clothes. Eating shoes. Snuggling in bed with Ann and Stan.
Things I Hate
Being ignored.
The Scariest Time in My Life (at least for my humans)
This winter, mom and dad, um, I mean Ann and Stan took Hieronymus and I out to Colorado. They went to see their friends Lamya and Russ who had a Brittany Spaniel named Oscar. Oscar was huge (I was just a little 5 month old Boston Terrier!) but I wasn't afraid of him. He and I were playing and playing and running and chasing, but Hieronymus didn't play much because he said he'd been around Oscar before, and Oscar was too big to play with him. But not me, I just loved racing around their yard with Oscar. I was getting rather worn out, though, and then all of a sudden I tripped or something and hurt my jaw and started making a weird noise and then mom and dad started to panick and dad held me close and Ann was freaking out and they called the vet and Russ and Stan took me to the vet and they looked at me, and I was trying to tell everyone that I was ok, and the only one who believed me was the vet who released me, 'cause all I had was a scratch on my chin. I guess mom and dad, um, I mean Ann and Stan, thought it was a lot worse. That night we went to stay at Ann's mom and dad's house (also known as the Raspberry Lady because she grows raspberries [and Hieronymus says some time when we're out there in the summer I'll have to graze in the raspberry patch with him] and THE MAN WHO HATES DOGS). That night Ann let me sleep in her bed because she said she was so glad I wasn't hurt.
And then there was the time just recently when my face swelled up all red and puffy. Ann and Stan panicked (again) and took me to the emergency vet in the middle of the night. Ann took a sandal with her that I'd eaten part of to show the vet, but I don't think that's what made me swell up. Heck, I eat parts of her shoes all the time and nothing happens except for getting scolded. I heard them saying something about a spider bite...come to think of it, I was playing with a little crawly thing earlier that evening.... The vet gave me a couple shots of medicine and then sent me on my way. I was so sleepy the next morning! Ann and Stan said I looked like a rabbit when my face was swollen. They kept complaining that with all the vet money they spent on me they could've bought a Chinese Crested.
I know, being a Boston Terrier, I should've rooted for the Patriots. But hey, I was born in Wisconsin. I can't help that I'm a Packer Fan! (I have since destroyed that football pictured above.)
Lounging with the Remote.
Stupid Names my Humans Call Me
Pippy Pipper Mr. Peepers Eeper Eepster Gong Gonk (after the snorting noise I make) Pippy Gonk Bad Dog Bad Bad Dog Little Buddy Gilligan Gomez Nutty Buddy Pipperooni Pipper Face Snuggle Monkey Beavis Pappit, or The Pappit Spez Spezmo Crotch Barker Bunny Monkey Spezzarooni Crotch Pappit Baby Sweet Sweet Sweet Bunky Mungles Click on a little head to go to their page, or go back to the main pets page
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