Just Another Day

The family was gone all day long and Kenny wouldn't play with me. But I kept myself busy finding things to rip up.

New Bird Feeder Wrecked

So I was looking for something today and I knocked a brand new bird feeder off the dryer. It hadn't even been outside once yet. But I like to chew. So I pulled one of the food stems out and must have swallowed it. I tried to get another one out, but they heard me chewing and took it away.

Thought it was Mine

My family was gone, and I was looking for my toy. I had to climb up on the stereo speakers, but I found a nice, sparkly, ribbon wreath that Ann had just taken down after St. Patrick's Day. It was so pretty and frilly, I thought it had to be a present for me. So I played with it for a long time and ripped it to shreads before I knew it, and left it for my family to find when they got home. Ann said she was so happy she got to use it one whole time.

My Bone Even Gets Me In Trouble

I got a nice big bone today and took it outside to chew on. Then I buried it, so I got to come back inside since they thought it was all gone. But I dug it up and brought it back inside when no one was looking, and got mud all over the carpet.

I Like to Chew

I get new toys a lot, but I chew them to bits in just a few minutes. I thought that's what I was supposed to do, no? I just got a new one, and I stole my brother's new toy too. His made noise and I like music, and he doesn't care much about them anyway. You notice I said, "his made noise..." I chewed it up in fifteen minutes, a new record for me!

Where I'm From

My name is Coco, and I want to welcome you to my blog!
I am just over a year old now, but I have some serious issues. So I think it's important for you to know where I came from.
I lived at a rescue facility in Anza, called Furry Acres. They took good care of me there, and I had a lot of friends. But I always wanted to play and nobody wanted to play as much as me. Somebody adopted my brother and sister, but I didn't get to go. So I just learned to keep my toys with me and play anyway. I learned to carry them all around at the same time.
They couldn't seem to decide on a name for me either. First they called me Jilly, but I had big floppy ears, so soon they started calling me Hefi (for Hefulump), which didn't seem very nice. I could be mistaken, but I think they were making fun of me. So when I came to live with my forever family, Ann and Kevin didn't want to call me Hefi and they thought my ears were cute. So they decided to call me Coco, I suppose because I'm brown. Now they sometimes call me Cuckoo Coco, why, I don't know. I just want to play all the time, just like always.
I decided to start this blog because I seem to get in trouble a lot. No one can believe some of the things I do, so I thought it might be fun to share them with you. I hope you enjoy my posts, and feel free to comment anytime. I have an older brother here, but he likes to rest a lot, and I like attention!