We have considered making a book of them- there are pictures too but they are too hard to load-
This is butter she is my 13 year old “chug” chihuahua/pug mix
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Here are some more:
Butter diaries: not Kristy brought home a magic gun that shoots bubbles. I am barking at it even though its not currently doing anything. O.O
Butter diaries: butter is such a small dog that she is practically a hover dog just barely keeping herself above the earth. So, when she squats down to potty there is like no space left for the poops to come out. To cope with this tragic height impairment she takes short little steps as she poops so she doesn’t end up on a tower of poos. I call this method… the turd train.
Butter diaries: I follow not Kristy all over the house nomatter what. If she stands up, I follow her. Well, unless she has my ear medicine. Then, I run away and hide under the couch and let out a small cloud of distress farts.
Butter diaries: Me and Star escaped from not Kristy last night when the door was open. She dropped everything in her arms and grabbed me, allowing everything else to break and Star to also run away. She shouted “Save Butter at all costs!”
Damage was minimal and Star returned after not Kristy ordered her to in the ‘angry mom’ voice.
Butter diaries: I look like a goat when I eat scraps of cheese off of the ground.
Butter diaries: I don’t always shed everywhere, but when I do, it’s on that pile of clean laundry you just took out of the dryer.
Butter diaries: Seth is saying my name but I am ignoring him. He is going on 5 minutes. I may have forgotten my name.
Butter Diaries: Not Kristy’s heater is broken, but she got a new comfy chair since last I was here. It is mine now.
Butter Diaries: Humans excited I am here.
William: Butter, Butter, Butter, Butter, Butter. Come see the bed I made you! It’s in my room.
Lex: Butter come. Butter. Butter. Butter come. Why aren’t you moving? Come on Butter.
William goes and gets cheese from the fridge.
William: Now she will follow us.
Butter diaries: Butter is protesting peeing outside by chaining herself (metaphorically) to the heater. lol She also hasn’t been barking at Seth so they may be friends now. She just looks at him quizzically like… 'I feel as though I have seen you somewhere before."
Butter diaries: Not Kristy thought she could sneak upstairs and leave me sleeping on the couch to avoid my snoring. Little does she know I am a loneliness ninja and whenever someone leaves the room without me I am made instantly aware of their need of my presence. snoooore
Butter diaries- the metal on my collar gets too hot b/c I sit 3 inches from the heater, but if you turn it off I bug you mercilessly.
Butter diaries: Butter just had an old-fashion standoff with Cat Sebastian. They met in the hallway and got closer and closer until Butter licked the side of his head. He then collapsed onto his side and she licked the full length of his body for several minutes. In my mind she said:
“Child! I remember when ya was nothin’ but a whelp, come here and let me clean ya up.”
Butter diaries: When I take a bath Butter sits on my bath mat and faces away from me. I can’t decide if she is protecting me in my vulnerable state, or if she wants to be near me but is a modest old lady.
Butter diaries: outside? (s)no(w)pe
Butter diaries: I can walk on top of the snow!
Butter diaries. Butter has been here for counts 5 days. In all that time she never barked at Seth once, until he came home today. BARK BARK BARK Who are you!? Why are you here!? Run not Kristy and tiny humans! I will hold this stranger at bay.
^ for 10 straight minutes.
Butter diaries: butter sneezed tonight. Have you ever heard a pug sneeze? I thought her lungs imploded seriously it was the most disturbing sound ever. I rushed over and checked her all. After like 7 seconds she stopped and just stared at me like - ain’t nothin but nothin.
Butter diaries: I only lay on things the same color as I am. But don’t worry, I snore so loudly no one ever trips on me.
Butter diaries: not kristy calls me melted butter bc I sit in front of the heater and on the heated blanket.
Butter diaries : a strange man people refer to as daddy keeps randomly appearing in the house no matter how incessantly I bark at him. Small man cubs and not kristy woman seemingly unconcerned.( butter forgets who you are if you leave the room or get up suddenly. But only guys for some reason. Selective memory)
Butter diaries: I come home “Hi, not Kristy Davis” children come home “Hi small annoying man cubs” my mom stops in to watch the kids “Hi older not mom,” seth comes home, or leaves the room “WHO THE F ARE YOU GET OUT OF HERE YOU DONT BELONG HERE!!!”
Butter diaries: Seth puts stuff on me while I sleep bc I don’t really care.
Butter diaries: The cat chases my tail and leaps on to my face, but I bear it with dignity before not kristy saves me.
Butter Diaries: Welcome to 16 minutes of Lex feeding butter imaginary cookies. Luckily butter kisses your hands if you stick them out so she ‘ate’ all of said batch of cookies.
Butter diaries: When I first arrive I like to suck on the carpet to see if it tastes like crumbs.
Butter diaries: When I have a nightmare, my whine sounds like a bubble popping in a video game. Bwowawa bwowawa pat pat
Butter diaries: Tiny girl not Kristy fed me an most of a hot dog because I ‘looked sad’. (and here I thought she was just sitting there eating it, not pulling bits off and giving them to the dog. She is now upset we are out of hot dogs)
Butter diaries: not kristy was gone for like 5 hours today and despite Seth’s assurances that I was not turned to stone, I was in the exact same spot when she returned as when she left.
Butter diaries: I have somehow evolved into ‘mega butter’. I have gained new attacks like bite and hypnosis.
Butter diaries: my constant snoring and light grunting at night sounds so much like whispering that on several occasions I have frightened groggy not Kristy and male not Kristy Davis into thinking someone was downstairs sneaking around.
Butter diaries: We took your advice and wallowed (laid on our backs and wiggled about to scratch them) on the carpet. Butter seemed to deeply enjoy it. She spent the last 20 minutes repositioning a blanket on the floor, presumably to fall asleep on.