Pet
Names
Pansy
Rocker, Pansy Man, Panty Boy, Pippy, Pappit, The Pappit, Pippit-a-Pappit,
Pappit Schmappit, Pappit Schmappit Frappit Whappit, Bunky, Bunky
Mungles, Bunny Monkey, Snunker, Spazzmo, Spezzermo, Crotch Pappit,
Crotch Barker, Nutty Buddy
Former
Pet Names Now Out of Vogue
Eepster,
Gonk Gonk, Pippy Gonk, Bad Dog, Bad Bad Dog, Little Buddy, Gilligan,
Gomez, Pipperooni, Pipper Face, Snuggle Munky, Beavis
Birthday
August
28, 1996
Plato
doesn't think he's the center of attention; he knows he is. Although
he may appear forboding to strangers because of his "tough
dog" posturing, he is actually an incredibly sweet and loving
dog. He requires a lot of affection. Once one gets to know him,
they are amazed at his human-like, sweet personality.
He's also
a bit of a pansy boy...likes his fingernails painted and likes
to lounge around in limp-wristed posture. He's smart as a whip,
and knows when we're going for a ride (as opposed to going shopping
or running errands) and demands he come with us. He also likes
to snuggle under the bed covers and uses a pillow like a person
would.
Stupid
Pet Tricks
"Go
Get the Hair Tie." Plato will jump on the couch or futon
and try to pull the speaker's hair tie (pony-tail holder/rubber
band) out of his or her head. If the person is not wearing a
hair tie, he will try to find one on the back of their head.
Very amusing when the person has very short hair.
Now this
isn't really a trick, but when he feels the urge to be let out
to relieve himself at night, he'll spin around on the futon downstairs
and stare at my painting that is right above the futon. It's
as if the painting with its glitter and refractive media sends
some sort of signals to his short-circuiting brain, causing him
to spin faster and then reverse direction. Then he'll hop off
the futon and run over to Stan and bark. If asked if his butt
is full, and if it indeed is, he will bark twice, "Bark
Bark," as if to say "Butt Full."
In
His Own Words
Below
is an excerpt from an interview with Plato when he was less than
a year old:
If
I Were A Human I'd Be . . .either
a musician or a demolition expert.
Things
I Love. Toys
and playing. Going through the cupboards, cabinets, closets,
wastebaskets, etc. and finding things that don't belong to me.
Chewing on clothes. Eating shoes. Snuggling in bed with Ann and
Stan.
Things
I Hate. Being
ignored.
The
Scariest Time in My Life (at least for my humans). This
winter, mom and dad, um, I mean Ann and Stan took Hieronymus
and I out to Colorado. They went to see their friends Lamya and
Russ who had a Brittany Spaniel named Oscar. Oscar was huge (I
was just a little 5 month old Boston Terrier!) but I wasn't afraid
of him. He and I were playing and playing and running and chasing,
but Hieronymus didn't play much because he said he'd been around
Oscar before, and Oscar was too big to play with him. But not
me, I just loved racing around their yard with Oscar. I was getting
rather worn out, though, and then all of a sudden I tripped or
something and hurt my jaw and started making a weird noise and
then mom and dad started to panick and dad held me close and
Ann was freaking out and they called the vet and Russ and Stan
took me to the vet and they looked at me, and I was trying to
tell everyone that I was ok, and the only one who believed me
was the vet who released me, 'cause all I had was a scratch on
my chin. I guess mom and dad, um, I mean Ann and Stan, thought
it was a lot worse. That night we went to stay at Ann's mom and
dad's house (also known as the Raspberry Lady because she grows
raspberries [and Hieronymus says some time when we're out there
in the summer I'll have to graze in the raspberry patch with
him] and THE MAN WHO HATES DOGS). That night Ann let me sleep
in her bed because she said she was so glad I wasn't hurt.
And then
there was the time just recently when my face swelled up all
red and puffy. Ann and Stan panicked (again) and took me to the
emergency vet in the middle of the night. Ann took a sandal with
her that I'd eaten part of to show the vet, but I don't think
that's what made me swell up. Heck, I eat parts of her shoes
all the time and nothing happens except for getting scolded.
I heard them saying something about a spider bite...come to think
of it, I was playing with a little crawly thing earlier that
evening.... The vet gave me a couple shots of medicine and then
sent me on my way. I was so sleepy the next morning! Ann and
Stan said I looked like a rabbit when my face was swollen. They
kept complaining that with all the vet money they spent on me
they could've bought a Chinese Crested.
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Spring, 2000
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