Rogue

My name says it all . . . I’m a bantamweight fighter weighing in at 10 pounds, and I like to keep my mama on her toes!

I was born in a puppy mill in southern Missouri, and I was very sick when mom rescued me.

 

I was also born with bilateral luxating patellas. I had surgery when I was 10 months old to correct one of my knees. It really didn’t do much for me. But I don’t let it hold me back! I’m scrappy!

 

Mom used to say I was a “perfect storm” meaning anything that could go wrong medically did go wrong. (I continue to prove that point. She jinxed herself!) I really just like to have a slumber party with the staff at Hometown Veterinary Hospital about once a year. (They really are that great!) These expensive slumber parties have earned me the nickname “million dollar baby.” I just do things like jump on the table and eat a Hershey Kiss Christmas tree. Can you blame me? 

 

All of my screws are pretty much loose, and I keep everyone in stitches. I’m also a big baby and demand my fair share of loving by picking your nose and flossing your teeth with my tongue. Who says you can’t pick your friends' noses?

 

I will always be the baby—even if I do have three younger siblings. Despite all of my quirks (my mommy says I’m special), I am fiercely loved! Oh yeah, I also dabbled in barn hunt until I got bored. I let the rat out of the cage, then we will talk! Smell ya later!