It gets very confusing around here sometimes. Although our humans named us Snickers, Chalupa, and Chip... we hardly ever get called by our real names. For instance, they might say Choopie; Choopie-Poopie; the Choopster; ChooChizzle; ChooChooChoo; Boodie,BoodieBoo (don't ask); Choobaka or Chupacabra when they want me to jump on the bed. If Snickers is outside and needs to come in, they yell Snikerdoodles; Snicks, Doodles, Good Boy, Boodie (singular); Big Dog, Sneakers, Shnicks come in NOW! But we pretty much answer to anything just in case there is food involved. The bad cat Chip is called Chipster; Chiparoonie; Fat Cat; Tater Chip; ChocoChip; Nacho Chip; ChipieBoodie. There are so many rules to keep and half the time I can't even tell if they are talking to me. I'm not allowed to chew Jerry's boxers when he is sitting on the toilet, but I can chew his belt when he is on the couch. I'm not allowed to eat the cats food, before or after she eats it then barfs; but when I finish my food everyone cheers. If I eat cat poop or roll in it or carry it around the house I get in trouble, but they praise me when I poop. They yell at me when I scoot my butt along the carpet but then they lay me on my back and twirl me around and around on the same carpet while playing. It's a confusing life at my house, but I would not trade my humans for all the Milk Bones in the world.
