INDY

Mission:  To Travel the World  

Thank you for the posted pictures, I really enjoy seeing the sites!

About me:

 My name is Indy, I’m the dog behind this bug.

I’m named after the character Indiana Jones, but my nick name is Pig because I’ll eat anything. This confuses people when they come to visit, but they adapt.

In my former life I was a Doberman Pincher. Now I’m a 7 pound Chihuahua with the on guard bark.
 

Not enough you say? Well, here are a couple random details about me:

 

• When I sneeze, my nose hits the floor.
   
• I go berzerk and act like an idiot when I see a squirrel, cat, or another dog in the back yard to the point of stupidity. But I just can’t help it. I think it’s a disease.

• I have two Airedale friends, Kayla and Karmen, that live in Levering, Michigan. When I visit them I have Airedale salvia on my back at some point in time. I bite at their heels when they walk out the doggy door to pay them back.
   
• I'm a die hard Detroit Lions Football Fan!
   
• When the furnace runs in the winter time I can get all four paws, my butt and my nose on the register. 
   
• My most favorite sound in the world is the garage door opening. That means someone is finally home. And yes, it is another excuse to run around the house like an idiot. My second most favorite sound in the world is the crinkle of a wrapper. That means there is food potential.
   
• I cry and howl when I hear the song “Grandma got ran over by a Reindeer.” 
   
• I was flabbergasted when I my owners got me neutered. Initially if something startled me, I’d check on my missing stuff to make sure everything was okay, which of course is not. My owners noticed and said “Look, he’s checking again”. I’m now conditioned to look every time I hear the word “Check”. They think it’s funny to deliberately say “Check! Check!” and point this out to their friends. It’s not funny! 
   
• I make a mess around my dish when I rut through the 5 favored morels. I like the red ones, so I eat those first.

• I can’t spend time in the back yard by myself because the hawks will carry me off. They sit in the tree tops with bibs around their necks and a fork and knife in their wings waiting for me to step out on the deck. They are evil birds in my mind. 
   
• I use to model professionally in Mexico, but gave it up to pursue my love of scuba diving in the Great Lakes. (I also lie when I run out of things to tell you.)