I came from a shelter in Georgia, that's why my Mom calls me Georgia.  Nobody knew my real name.

My Gotchaday is 7/18/2002.  It had been awhile since I'd had a good meal.

I was pretty scared at first, but after a few days, I decided I was going to like it here.

I learned to sing.

I got to play with toys.

But I don't understand why I had to wear this stupid spider hat.

Or these stupid bunny ears.

But I like flowers.

I'm too sexy for my hat.

My first Gotchaday party.

A snooze with my brother, Mosby.

Sometimes I have to make my own lights out.

I have this little phobia...I don't like naked floors.

I hate it when Mom washes rugs.

Wonder if I could jump over to that one.

Thanks, Mom!

You don't really think I look like a Dalmatian in this thing, do you?

It's a security toy.

I'm feeling blue.

Get this dog off of my head, please.

This is more like it.

I'm ready for school, Mom.

One time, I got into a fight and had to have my ear sewn up.  Then I had to wear this snoody thing.

First you don't want me to have ears, then you want me to have 3 sets of ears.

You think I should grow bangs?

Oh no, she's washing rugs again!

Now what am I gonna do?

Come on, Mom, help me out here.

Hey, tubby, where do you think you're going?

Phew!  That was a close one.

Check me out - at the ABC WOW Waddle.

I just washed my hair and can't do a thing with it.

The good thing about being small is, the beds are always nice and big.

Life is good, baths and all.