Greetings and Arrooooos!

I am Scully, and I am a treataholic. Phew, now that I got that out of the way, let me tell you a little bit about myself.

SHORT BIO:

I graced this world with my presence on April 11, 1998, and I joined my family at the age of 14 weeks old. My mom had always wanted a basset hound. She was just born to love us I think. That is why my humans came looking for me--it was finally time to make that childhood dream come true.

Currently, the foodslaves and I live on the west coast of Canada. I lived with them in Toronto for 7 years though, and also in New Zealand for a year.

If you think I'm a little full of myself, you're absolutely right. It's not my fault though...my humans have spent my entire life treating me like a Queen and telling me how I'm the best basset on earth!! I choose to believe them.



In case you are wondering, yes, I am indeed named after Agent Scully from the X-Files. However, I couldn't care less about the truth or extraterrestrial life forms; what I'm in search of is TREATS! Yup, the treats are out there, and it is my mission in life to snatch them up whenever the opportunity arises.

In an attempt to reach my ultimate goal in life -- to eat as much as possible -- I have mastered the crafts of counter-cruising and table-surfing. This is why I chose to call my website CounterCruiser.com. Food thievery is what I specialize in, and I take pride in my work!

NICKNAMES:

I am often referred to as "Scully-Monster". This is a nickname that I earned because, apparently, when I was a youngster, I was a bundle of crazy energy with an affinity for nibbling on human appendages, and peeing everywhere. I admit to nothing of the sort.

I am also commonly referred to by my humans as "Foodwhore". That's pretty self-explanatory, huh.

Some other things I get called: Scullinator, Wiggle-Bum, Schmoopinator, Beautiful, Lady Poops-a-Lot, and the list goes on and on. Geez, it's a wonder I ever learned my real name.

PET PEEVES:

Being immersed in water, sprayed with water, taken outside when water is falling from the sky, or being made to walk on wet ground. The only water I want contact with is the kind that magically appears in my water dish.

Pedicures. These are a form of basset torture just a step below tub torture, and must not be performed without giving some hardcore suck-up treats afterward.

Ear cleaning sessions. Clean ears at your own risk....I will run away from you, and make you feel really really guilty for performing this atrocity on me. Be prepared to get slimed by flying drool afterwards.

Being left alone. It is not advised that I be left under any circumstances without providing ear plugs to anyone within a 10 mile radius. I protest loudly!

UPDATE: On October 28, 2008 I was diagnosed with lymphoma. My family and I are really sad that I got cancer, however, we decided that I was a strong enough girl to try chemotherapy in an attempt to fight off that evil lymphoma. I am happy to report that the chemo went quite smoothly, and successfully put me into remission! I had a good 8 and a half months before the cancer decided to make another appearance. It was a very sad day when my humans realized that I was not well again. We tried a chemo rescue protocol, in the hopes of knocking me back into remission. I fought so very hard, but a second remission was just not meant to be. I made my way to the rainbow bridge the night of October 11, 2009. Letting me go was the most devastating thing my humans have ever had to do, and they miss me terribly.

Thanks for stopping by my website. Please feel free to wander over and have a look at my Picture Gallery!