Egad! I've Been Tagged!
I’ve been tagged and now it’s MY turn to list five weird things about myself.
I guess I need to post instructions for my victims, so here goes:
The player of this game starts by listing “5 weird things/habits” about him/herself, then tags five friends and lists their names. Those who get “tagged” need to write on their blogs about their “5 weird “things/habits,” as well as state this rule clearly, then “tag” 5 more victims.
Note: Don’t forget to leave your victim a comment that says “you’re tagged!” in their comments and tell them to read your blog.
Uh oh. Before I begin, I have two questions.
1.) What if I tag someone who’s been tagged before? Is that okay?
2.) Is this game limited to dogs only?
I guess I'm operating in a vacuum. Since I don’t have access to game footnotes, I choose the following victims:
Let’s see now…WHO will it be, hmm?
I think I’ll go with:
5.) Ray and Jay Monkey
And now… drum roll, please!
Hmm… this takes some courage.
Five quirky things about myself by Lulu:
1.) I’m absolutely terrified of the vacuum cleaner. I can’t tell you if it’s the growling sound it makes or its serpentine neck with that sucking mouthpart. Whenever it comes out of its closet, I try to get that coiled neck by the throat and pull. I even will stoop to sneaking a "sucker nip" when its totally unguarded, unplugged and sleeping. My human gets so annoyed with me, but I can’t stop. Maybe it’s a past life connection, I dunno.
2.) I really don’t know if I should reveal this one. Well... what the hay. Okay, so I’m afraid of strangers. I guess I’m just a big wuss. When a strange human comes to the door, I hide downstairs and bark from the basement. When a strange animal comes near the house, I bark at it from INSIDE the house. There’s even this family of deer that frequently pass through the backyard and they scare the bejeesus out of me. Even the baby fawn terrifies me. It’s remarkable how much noise you can make from the basement when you have a good healthy bark.
3.) I know I’m not alone in this, but I like to feast on fresh kitty yummies right out of the oven, especially Miss Kitty's. I usually can pull this off because I wait till no one’s around and my head fits perfectly through the top cover door of the litter box. Thing is, I often forget to wipe the litter off my bottom lip and they’re now beginning to talk.
4.) I’m not a natural blonde. The summer sun and chlorine from the pool tends to bleach my fur. Of course, all one has to do is look beneath where the hairline is darker.
5.) Whenever Ole’ Yeller is sleeping, I hump his head. My human calls this a dominant behavior. She may be right because, as I see it, it’s totally asexual and I like to do this because…well… I can, and he still sleeps through the entire event. I’ve been spayed and besides, I sometimes won’t align myself well and I hump his neck, his back… his leg… his tail…his anything. Oh, God, this is so embarrassing.
Hey, Buster… can I tag you back? I don’t see that in the rules, ole’ buddy.