when i first came to stay with mommy and diddy, my hair had just been shaved down reeeeel short, and my skin was bright pink. so diddy, trying to be funny (but sooo not) started calling me piglet. it made me and mommy mad, so he finally started calling me my name, chance.

i had one of those stoopid cones on my neck, because i kept biting and scratching myself bloody! and the first 2 dayz, i wouldn’t eat. well, i’d nibble on a little pnut butter, and i would devour napkins, but that’s it. believe me, there can be some pretty choice morsels on a used napkin. i became something of a “napkin connoisseur” in my circle. fast food or pizza napkins-they were mine! starbucks–not so much.

but the best garbage finds are pizza bonz! If I saw a girl eating pizza, I knew to hang around, because for some reason that I will never understand, gils don’t eat their pizza bonz. Pity them, but my bonus!

Here’s a pic of me after I got my cone off. Skin’s still pink, tail nekked, but feeling much, much better!