hi! my name is tinkerbell.
my mom and dad sometimes call me tinkerbutt or stinkerbell. because i’m a hound dog — like the fox and the hound! barowowowowwwwoooo! — sometimes i have a bit of a musky smell. it’s part of my charm. #cantstopwontstop
my dad rescued me from the hewmane society a loooong, long time ago. he didn’t name me, or he probably would have given me a less girly name. but I like my girly name. i could totally get away with wearing a tutu. hey mom, can you get me a tutu? i promise i won’t eat it.
i live with three cats. i don’t know why my dad wanted three cats, but two of them are so fat. they’re usually the ones who want my attention. but then they won’t play with me when i pounce on them. so boring.
i used to have a sister, cat (a dog), but one day we dug under the fence and went on an adventure and she didn’t make it home with me. :( now i live with this old lucy-dog, who didn’t seem to like me at all at first, but we’re warming up to each other. she still won’t let me eat out of her food bowl, though.
i’m okay with my new mom coming to live with us. she feeds me and gives me baths. she’s a real sucker, too. she gives me treats EVERY DAY. but she gets really mad when i find food in the trash can. when i can tell she’s going to get mad i just run outside through my doggy door. she can’t chase me because she can’t fit through it. i got 99 problems but an angry mom ain’t one.
i jump on people. it’s like, what i’m known for. sometimes people come visit just so i can jump on them as soon as they walk in the door. i’m so popular.
i make weird noises, but i can’t help it. i just get SOOO EXCITED and i can’t keep my noises to myself. my butt wiggles at the same time. not just my tail. my entire butt. i’m practically a dancer. SEE, MOM, I NEED A TUTU.