My name is Buster … and I am an Australian Silky Terrorist.
I was born on the 10th of the 10th of the 10th … so there are no excuses for forgetting my birthday.
I came to live with my people when I was 12 weeks old.
I've been ruling the roost ever since.
I enjoy driving in the car …
and taking long walks … though I reserve the right to be carried home if I consider the walk too long.
I enjoy sleeping in MY spot on the sofa … even if it's your spot … and you're already in it.
Sometimes I wear different outfits.
My favourite hobby is to sniff out hidden cat poos … exhume them … and smear them over my entire body.
I like mud … my favourite colour is dirt.
I like to remove every single one of my toys from the toy box … distribute them throughout the entire house … and NOT play with them. If anyone packs them away I immediately repeat this process.
I like to eat anything … as long as it is yours … and not mine.
My people put up baby gates to contain me during my "naughty puppy stage" … three years later and they're still there!
I like to sleep in bed … your bed.
I do not like birds, cats or dogs … I do not like people walking past my house.
I dislike the groomer … and I HATE the vet.
I like to run … away if possible.
I follow Mum everywhere … even the toilet.
I like to hunt lizards … sometimes I catch them.
If I need to vomit … I prefer to do so on the cream carpet.
I like to bark at things no one else can see.
I disembowel ALL my toys.
When I feel like it … I perform tricks … it seems to give my people a thrill … they're simple folk.
I like to find dead worms … and roll on them.
If I think you want something … I steal it … if you don't care … I couldn't be bothered.
It's lucky I'm cute … very lucky indeed.