Kritter

My name is Mr. Kritter Turskey, and this is my story.

Baby pug
I was born in Clyde, Texas on March 21, 2003. My puggy mom and dad lived on a farm with other puggies and their humans.

The first time I met my human momma she acted really funny. The country people brought my litter outside in our big box, and momma was waiting for me. We all tumbled out of the box and I heard momma say, “I want them all!”
I figured if she was going to take us somewhere I better try to get a snack, but my puggy mom was across the yard. This puggy lady was closer, but less cooperative than I had hoped:

My momma said she wanted a boy pug, but then she started looking at my sisters! I wasn’t too offended - we were only four weeks old, so things weren’t “filled out” yet. The country people told her what boys looked like, and momma started picking us up and asking, “Are you Kritter, are you Kritter?” Kritter was me!

The country people put paint on my toenail, and momma told me she would be back. The country people started calling me Kritter, so when momma came back I knew it was my name.

Puppyhood
I had two speeds in my youth –sleep and run. Momma says she crate trained me, but I really trained her!

I could tell when she was about to leave, so I’d scoot my furry behind out the doggy door into the backyard. She couldn’t catch me out there – I was little and fast and unstoppable!

Sometimes she just waited for me to come back inside. Then I’d have a standoff with mom and her roommate – me on one end of the hall and them on the other. I loved making momma crazy!

Brother
One day dad gave momma a ring, and the ring was attached to a collar, and the collar was around the neck of a little puggy!

They called him Gizmo and he came to live with us. He's a little weird, but I like him fine. I even let him bring the ball back when we play fetch, ‘cause he has a bit of a temper. He’s a nice guy, just a little uptight. I think he was the runt.

The “teenager”
Dad didn’t live with us yet back then, but he was around enough to pick up on my tricks. When momma got me “noodered” I wanted to be sure I got the maximum sympathy –and treats. I crawled underneath the couch, did my sad eyes and wouldn’t eat a treat.

Momma had to go to class, so Dad came to watch me. As soon as I heard momma’s car leave, I came out, grabbed the treat and started to play with Moe and dad. But then I heard momma’s car, so back under the couch I went.
I still have momma fooled, even though Dad told on me.

Cool Kritter
One day I decided it was time to get serious and begin my career.

Now it’s 18 hours of sleeping, four hours to eat and beg, and two hours of playing, which I space those out throughout the day. Of course I’m always on lookout duty - for people to pet me. Basically I’m a laid-back mamma’s boy, the strong silent type, and I run the house. Ok, dad runs the house, but I'm definitely second in command.