Hello!

I'm Otis. I'm small and fuzzy and brown. Even though i get a bath on a regular basis, I smell. (Kylie says it's because i roll around in dirt whenever i go outback.)

I'm Kylie's little buddy. I like to sleep under her feet or under her arm, sometimes even sprawl out on her chest when she's laying down. I know she likes it when I keep her warm because sometimes she laughs when i jump on her and just lay down.

Kylie says she's gonna buy a pink purse to carry me around in(god i hope not.) One time she brought home a green sweater that said "Million Dollar Mutt" across the back.

Everyone in my family LOVES ME TO DEATH. Except Jon. He says I smell too much to handle.

I hate going on walks. Every time I go, a really BIG dog sniffs my butt. I think they're either jealous since I'm the baby of the family, or they've got something against small dogs. Buttercup wasn't like that though. She loved me and I loved her. She died on May 7th at 5:50 pm. I'm still very sad and very lonely. She was a sheltie. I miss her a lot.

I'm a PUREBREAD pomingese! (That's a mix of a pekingese and a pomeranian.) People think I'm not really a purebread because I'm a cross of two breeds. They call me a mutt. But I don't mind.

By the way, I'll be seven October 1st 2008.

Buttercup,  a.k.a. Bubbercups, was the best dog EVER. She went pretty much blind and deaf after a while, but you would have never noticed. She's been around my WHOLE LIFE up until May 7th, 2008 at 5:50 pm. She died at sixteen years of age, but lived a good life in a good home. Some people think it's rediculous to cry over a dead dog, but to me it's just like crying over a person. When I think about it, it's hard to hold back the tears. When I start crying, I can't stop. The first few days were the hardest, and my eyes felt heavy and sore the entire time. But it's getting better.