As many of you already know, my dog Sherlock maintains his own personal Facebook page. I’m not totally sure how he set it up and continues to update it, but hey, what he does on his personal time is none of my business. Anywho, there’s that new fad going around Facebook called “25 Random Things About Me,” where users post notes with a variety of random facts about themselves, and then their friends are supposed to do the same. It’s caught on pretty fast, and just yesterday Sherlock decided to write his own list. In case any of you are not on Facebook, here is the list for all to see:
1. I am not playing by the “25 Things Rules” – none of you people tagged me. Thanks.
2. I tagged more than 25 people – I only have 30 odd friends, so whatever.
3. I love to sleep on top of people.
4. I know that I talk in my sleep sometimes, but I’ll deny it forever.
5. Speaking of sleep – my parents banished me from their bed. I love ‘em and all, but seriously, what gives?
6. I don’t understand why dogs are constantly sniffing my butt. Um, hello – I don’t even KNOW you.
7. And then when they start sniffing my wiener? On what planet is that socially acceptable behavior?
8. Peeing on stuff = awesomeness.
9. If it makes a squeaking noise, I officially love it.
10. I’ve never killed a squirrel or a cat, but I am totally confident my day will come.
11. I am ALWAYS hungry. You mind if I have a bite of what you’re having?
12. I hate going for swims.
13. I hate getting sedatives.
14. I REALLY hate it when my Dad posts video of said things on his lame-ass blog. (EDITOR’S NOTE: Ouch, that was harsh.)
15. I’m totally famous – I was on an episode of Animal Precinct once. But I don’t like to watch it; it’s all bad memories.
16. This may sound paranoid, but I am almost 100% positive that one day I had testicles, then I fell asleep, and when I woke up, THEY WERE GONE. Government conspiracy? You be the judge.
17. I could ride around in the car all day and not get bored.
18. Little kids are all right, up until they start whacking me with sticks. It’s happened more times than you might think.
19. One time I got into a fight with a Wheaten. She is still sorta messed up from it.
20. I love peanut butter, peanut butter treats, peanut butter cereal, peanut butter Puffins – basically anything that tastes like peanut butter.
21. Fireworks don’t scare me. All sorts of other random noises do.
22. Apparently, I am a very good boy.
23. Being such a good boy does not necessarily entitle me to the amount of treats one might think.
24. At least I’m not a fat beagle, I guess…
25. No, seriously – can I have a bite of that? Or maybe just the whole thing? Thanks!
5 users commented in " 25 Random Things About Sherlock "
Follow-up comment rss or Leave a TrackbackI love the picture! I didn’t know there were OTHER kids who whacked him with a stick – what’s up with that??
He’s a cutie, and we love him!!
Do you love him enough to dog-sit him?
You know, I hesitated to write the comment above because I KNEW that would be your response!! Do you enjoy being so predictable? You know I dog -sit for you when I can
As an animal science major and animal lover (read: wore a rubber chicken on my mortarboard with Al the day of college graduation) I am inclined to comment. I will share eight facts written by my fuzzy one, a felis not-so-domesticus.
1) I have no idea what my name is. My tag says “Adonis” because of the way I walk around, but whenever I meet little kids I get introduced as “Coconut.” And yet my servants call me “Fuzzy Buns” a lot, but frankly I don’t care what they call me. I have no use for it.
2) I walk on a leash. When my servants take me out, everybody responds the same. Either, “there’s something you don’t see every day,” or “I wonder if our cat would walk on a leash.” Sometimes they ask, “how did you get her to do that?” First of all, it’s HIM. Second of all, they didn’t. I chose to do it. Your cat can do it, he or she just doesn’t want to.
3) When I’m on the prowl, I claim expansive ranges of territory. If you are juggling groceries trying to enter your home, I will bolt in. If you own a cat, I will eat their food. Once I jumped on a couch as movers were bringing it inside a woman’s home. They didn’t flinch until they found out I was not the woman’s cat. I am no woman’s cat, nor man’s.
4) Sylvia will come around. She’s nine, but still purrs like a kitten. She’s not going to make me wait forever. Besides, they only think they neutered me.
5) I have killed many grasshoppers, a mole, and a bird. Yeah, a bird. My servants joke when they feed me beef that “this is a natural diet for a cat, like when they used to bring down cows in the wild.” Tuna: I see your point. I’m not going into the water. But cows? Bring it on! They don’t even fly.
6) My servants wonder why I gallop up and down the halls from 9pm to 10pm every night doing wind sprints. I wonder why they’re so fat.
7) If I’m rubbing your ankles and purring, you have failed. You have allowed me to experience hunger.
8 ) The female servant seems to feed the male servant, who is bigger. This means that the female servant is third in the hierarchy, and the male is below me at number two. He therefore poses the greatest threat and is most likely to challenge my dominance. This is the real reason I left the bird at his doorstep. It wasn’t a gift.
He is a great dog lovable cuddly etc.but he is mean to my cat. He is after her even in her own house. She gets sent to the basement for his stay and he gets all the treats. Love him anyway. I guess that is why I never have to worry about being asked to put him up when his folks go away. Only one who has not stayed at Hotel Green He could learn to love her and then maybe things would turn around
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