Nicknames: Hayley Bean, Haywee (Thanks to the little boy up the street who can’t pronounce my name), The Velvet Burrito, The Itty Bitty Pittie, Mini Bull, Pittiepotomus, Hayley the Mini Hippo, The Foodie, Havoc Hayley… They keep adding more so…
Favorite Pastimes: Eating. Snacking. Munching. Chewing. Stealing shoes. Going for walks. Going to Starbucks!!!!
Random Facts: I have an opinion about everything. Also, I don't like it when momma takes forever to feed me.
Age: I’m told around 2 but that I act like 6 months.
Breed: Staffordshire Terrier or as my mom likes to say Staffordshire TERROR.
So I wanted a chance to tell MY side of the story because I’ve seen the pictures my mom has been posting on Instagram (Which, if it’s supposed to be MY Instagram page, why don’t I have access or have to give approval before those pictures are posted????) and that is SOOOO not an accurate portrayal of the awesomeness that is ME.
Okay so I was found wandering the streets on Christmas Eve 2015 by a nice family who took me in even though they couldn’t afford to take in another dog. After they had me checked for a microchip (I didn’t have one), they decided to house me until a good family was found. I was named Candy and got to play like a wild woman with the other dogs in the house. I thought life was good.
|My first picture.|
It wasn’t until later that night that I realized I wasn’t going to go back to the house I lived in.
That day they changed my name from “Candy” to “Hayley.”
|Exploring the new digs.|
|I got my period right before my big surgery...|
There were a lot of tears for the first two weeks but I’m a persistent girl and I kept being my cheerful self. I can't help it, there's not a whole lot that can get me down. Except maybe an empty food bowl.
|Deez eyez, they cannot resist!|
Well, I wasn’t going to deny her the chance to feel better so I said “Woof!” (Which means “Yes” in pooch).
|My first STARBUCKS run!!!|
They introduced me to STARBUCKS!
Ohmydog but you have got to try the Puppucino! It’s like, the best thing ever! I’m now a regular there and they’re starting to get to know me too.
I’ve let my mom and grandmom (Seriously, don’t tell her I call her that) know that I LOVE food but I don’t like to be kept waiting for my meals so I follow them around and bark to let them know this is not acceptable.
|Da training. It's okay I guess|
Eh, I’m not too sure about this stuff but when I do something right I get some really good treats so I guess it’s worth a try. Momma wants me to get something called a Canine Good Citizen Certificate because she says it will go a long way towards making people feel comfortable around me and will help us all find a better place to live.
I ask you, what better place is there than with two ladies who dote on me? Sure, I’m an only dog (for now apparently) but all the attention is on me so I can’t complain.
|If I fits, I sleeps!!|
|You know, I also loves french fries...|
I like that. It makes me feel good. I have so much to experience with them and I want to share my experiences with everyone. And also, to disprove my momma’s claims that I’m a terror around the house.
To prove that I’m a permanent part of the family, my momma has not only given me a space on her blog (What IS a blog anyway? You can’t play with it or eat it so is it really important) to talk about my new life and experiences, but she’s made a cartoon me to go on the… MOMMA WHAT IS IT CALLED AGAIN??? *Runs to momma to ask* Okay, it’s called a header. Don’t know what that is but the cartoon me has my eyes. I am immortal!!!!
And that banner thingy better be temporary cause I don’t like it MOM!!!
See you next month!
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