Greetings worthy humans. My new Mom thought I should introduce myself. Apparently she's a little too sleep-deprived to write. Excuses. Excuses.
I'm rather ambivalent about writing...I mean why on earth...ooooh, mmmm, oooh, chomp, chomp, gulp. Man, those liver treats are good. I love writing. Seriously. Did I say ambivalent? Nah. I'd LOVE to tell you more about myself. Love putting paw on keyboard so to speak. zzzzzzzzzzzzz. Uh? Oops, licked that key a little too hard. No Mom, I swear I was only licking it!
So whadd'ya want to know?
I guess my name is a good place to start. I'm Adrian. Apparently my new Big Brother likes this TV series called Monk? Monk...Monk! Hey, I don't want to be a monk. No way. But I guess I don't have much of a chance at a love life anymore after some wise guy cut off...ooooh, oooh, she's giving me one more...chomp, gulp. Yum! They go down too fast. OK, sorry people. I guess Mom doesn't want me sharing too much.
I'm named after Adrian Monk. And Mom, well she likes English things and reading about wizards and all. And she says there's this wizard whose first name is really British-like and that his last name suits my err...profile...really well and that he was really scared like me at one time but faced his fears and all that and cut off some serpent's head and...wait! Serpents! Those guys are nasty. I don't want to fight serpents, no sir...aaah, chin scratch...heeee heeee that tickles. Right there. Right there. That's the spot. Oh, that's so gooooooood.
Ja...one of my folks was a Dachshund and the other was a Miniature Pinscher. I'm kinda proud of my German heritage if you don't mind. Verflixt! She's not giving me another belly rub till I write more. This nice man yesterday (*he* gave me a belly rub) poked into my teeth and told Mom I'm four to five years old. I could have told her that! Would have only cost her a chicken treat. Not an arm and half a leg!
Um...well, treats. Yeah. I love liver. And I love salmon biscuits. And I love chicken treats and carrots and eggs. Oh I'm drooling already. Yeah, I love food. Mom makes me run around the house and then she'd abruptly ask me to Sit. Just for one measly little nibble. I don't get it. She says this will wear me out and let her sleep better at night. I'm confused. I thought if it wears *me* out, *I* should sleep better at night.
Oi! More chin scratch! Ok, ok. I'll strike out that last line. I promise.
I'll paw more on this keyboard another day. Really need a shuteye. The last time I had one was all of 10 minutes ago! They work me hard over here. I tried to grab a siesta on Mom's plush new recliner today and she shooed me off to write this post instead. How about that?! You'd think she'd have learned to share by now.
Hey! Come back with my blanket!