Let Me Introduce Myself

Hello everyone! My name is Mademoiselle Gigi Francois, but you can just call me, "Gigi." I am a five-pound, five-year-old Tiny Toy Poodle with red and apricot fur. My daddy calls me, "SmawDog" because of my tiny stature, I suppose. I like that nickname, but only because my daddy gave it to me. I prefer my more sophisticated and proper name of Gigi.

You see, daddy has always had big hunting dogs and when mommy adopted me, he had never seen such a small furbaby in his life and started calling me SmawDog. Of course, he fell in love with me right away. Who wouldn't! I am quite adorable, and smart!

Daddy adopted a Chocolate Labradoodle about a year ago, named Bob. Bob is a 75 pound pain in my neck! He really cramped my style when he moved in, always wanting to romp and play like a common puppy -- Stealing my food and toys, soiling the carpeting -- well, I never!

Now, you youngsters out there, pay attention. The trick I'm about to share with you is invaluable. I discovered that when Bob has a bone I want, or when I want to get him in trouble, all I have to do is go get one of my toys from my toy box and start playing with it. When I have his attention, I leave my toy and, Bob, the genius that he is, drops what he's doing to come and get it. When he's distracted with ripping apart yet another one of my toys, I go get his bone, or tell daddy that Bob is destroying my property. Daddy yells at Bob, and I just sit back and smile.

But, Bob is getting wise to me, now. He doesn't leave his bones in exchange for my Pooh Bear anymore, and daddy keeps him away from my toys; what there is left of them. I guess he's here to stay. Nothing I've tried has convinced daddy to take him back where he came from.

We have one more furkid in our family, a Blue Heeler named "Squeak." She's quite old, and I love her so much. She's the best big sister in the whole world. Squeak took me in when I first arrived and showed me the ropes. She also protected me from that scoundrel, Bob, when dad found him under a rock and drug him home to disrupt our entire household.

I do have steady work that I'll tell you about as we go along. I am a model, of course, for my mommy's company, RoverWrap.com. We make blankets for the lap-sized furkids. They're really more like fleece sleeping bags. I've never met a doggie friend who doesn't simply adore their RoverWrap! Mommy takes my pictures all the time and posts them on the website. I'm really quite famous; I'm surprised that you haven't already heard of me.

I'm very busy, but I'll try to post here every few days or so, to keep you posted on my exciting life. I live on a small ranch, so you'll be hearing about the horses and goat, too. I just now came in from helping daddy bring the horses in from the field. I don't know what he'd do without me.

Squeak is usually the one helping herd horses, but she showed me what to do a long time ago. I'm not normally the outdoorsy type, but I love spending time with daddy and making him proud of me.

So, if you'll excuse me for now, I have to go get this ranch smell off my clothes and wash the dirt from my new pawdicure. I hope you'll come back often to catch up with me. Have your human join the conversation, or ask me anything you'd like!

Au Revoir, all!