I'm kind of running out of things to blog about as they end of the year is approaching, so I decided to tell you all about my dog, Chicken. We got him a month after my brother was born, they're both eleven now. He was abused as a puppy and the owner was going to drown the litter if they didn't have a home so we decided to take him home one day because I wouldn't let my family leave him behind. He is a Chihuahua-Beagle mix which is called a Cheagle. He looks like a hot dog type of dog, only fatter. He's very lazy and only plays with me about once a week, otherwise he just eats and sleeps all day. He's not the nicest dog and the hair on his spine stands up when growls at strangers because he thinks he's a huge guard dog, but he's scared of frogs and birds. He doesn't know how to sit like a normal dog so he sits like a human when he begs, my Grandma calls it "sitting pretty". He has three dog beds in the house but only sleeps on the couch because he thinks he's better than other dogs and he can't sleep unless he is wrapped in a blanket. He's a pretty weird dog, but everybody loves him and we can't imagine our house without him.
Here's a picture of Chicken sitting... I said he was weird.