It’s Me, Brutus

Hey ladies, I’m baaaack!  It’s been a while since I’ve taken over this blog.  I thought today I would do one of those “if you really knew me” posts.  My mom did one last year all about my dad.  I’m not sure why she left me out…and I’m sure you all want to know a lot more about me, right?!

-Well, I think you already know I work out.  So I won’t even go into my workout regiment.  Let’s just say, I’m pretty hard core.
-I love to chew up all my toys.  It’s pretty much my most favorite thing to do.  My mom has a huge problem when I chew things up and then try to swallow the pieces of material.  Jeesh, it’s got to be protein or something.

-My parents think I’m a genius or something because I have made up my own game.  I sit up on the couch, put my toy at the very edge and push it off the couch.  I try to catch it before it falls on the ground.  I’ve basically perfected it and my Mom says 8 times in a row is my record.
-I love to steal socks and make my mom or dad chase after me.  Well, don’t tell my mom this, but I really prefer my dad to chase me.  My mom is so slow and gets tired too easy.  It’s way more fun when I can get my dad to run after me!

-My mom calls me cat-dog.  Supposedly, I do things like a cat.  Psh, I’m not even a dog (human here, duh!), so I’m not sure how she compares me to a cat.  I guess I have “cat-back” when I’m stretching and I also like to lay on top of the back of the couch.
-I won’t wake up until at least noon.  I mean, don’t get me wrong, I get up really early to eat my breakfast and do my business.  But you better believe it, I’m running upstairs right after that to go back to sleep.  And then I like to snooze until noon…aka when it is time for me to eat my lunch.

-I’m going to be a big brother, I guess this winter….whatever that means