Everyone at Tisha Creative had been dying to meet me in person after my dad showed a few pictures of me to his co-workers. The next day, I was doing 9 to 5 along with my dad at work. At some point during the day, I ran off exploring the office, ended up in the conference room and inconspicuously took a giant poo. Someone ratted me out and I've been plagued with the name ever since.
My dad got me 4 years, 9 months and 11 days ago. He put me in the palm of his hand and said “he looks like a little peanut”. The name stuck, although I wish I went by 'Billy Idol' - I've got the coolest looking snarl because of my slight overbite. My dad still calls me Peanut, the chicks call me Peenie because I'm adorably tiny.
My mom's friend Cathleen who adores me btw, took care of me quite a few times last summer. Being the cute Puggle that I am, she insisted on calling me Peanie. There's a video she recorded of me at the park that I'll have to dig up sometime soon.
