S.T.'s Muffin Cherub (Muffin, a.k.a. Muffy, Muppy, Muppledeedun, Mupplestiltskin, Tubby, Devil Dog, Chubbawumba, Spawn of Satan, Gassy Gertie, Fannie Farts-Alot, Toot-Toot-Tootsie, etc.) was born December 11, 1998. She came to take over our household on Sunday, January 31, 1999. Resident canines, Carmen and ChiChi, had already been softened up to the idea of another dog, specifically a puppy, by visits from my daughter, Shannon's, Chinese Pug Odo. Muffin made her household CEO status clear from the beginning, but practices a sort of benign tyranny unless challenged. She quickly learned the layout of the house and the location of the food jar and her toys. Having a somewhat diva-ish temperament, though, she found it constraining to have only certain things designated as "chew toys", preferring to think of anything she can get her mouth around (and, in the case of the sofa, a few things she can't actually get her mouth 'around') as falling into that broad category. It's obvious how her philosophy opens up the possibilities, isn't it? She considers Carmen her best bud and ChiChi a really fun guy to chase (he just can't seem to figure out that if he would stand up to her the way Carmen does, he wouldn't have to be constantly on the run). She's a joker and a clown and has such a happy, sunny disposition that everyone who meets her loves her. But don't tell her that. She likes to think of herself as a lean, mean fighting machine and takes a serious approach to the proposition that she rules the world. She's totally in the dark as to why everyone else won't just happily let her boss them around.
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