I live with my brother Maksim. I just call him The Kid- as in ratty kid. My job is to bite him, chew on him, lick him or just jump on him, when I “get” him, or anybody they say they got “Scruffed.” As in I Scruffed ’em! I tell tried to tell them that’s bad grammar and all, but nobody listens to the dog.
Pretty much anybody who comes to the house is gonna get Scruffed.
When I first adopted this family I was just a little puppy, only about 25 pounds. The family has mom and dad, the Kid and my sister dot.com- but we call her Dot. Really she’s piggy Dot. She has the head of a smaller dog. She’s also 15 so she’s not exactly a lot of fun, no matter how hard I try. Dot’s kind of lame. Still, she’s my Dot so when we go to the dog park I don’t let anybody mess with Dot.
I’m about 16 months old and 65 pounds now. There’s nothing in the house I won’t chew and if it smells good and I can get to it- I’m gonna eat it.
This is my blog and the story of Scruffy the Bad Dog.