When I was born, Daddy called me his little mogwai, probably because I squeaked like Gizmo, you know, that cute little lovable fluffy creature from Gremlins.
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Gizmo |
Now that I'm growing up, Mommy and Daddy use different variations, such as Mugzy, Mugzy Magoo, and Mr. Mugz (and sometiems Mugzilla when I'm playing so hard I accidentally knock something over). It's okay, I don't take offense. I can't help it if Mommy and Daddy put things close to where I'm playing.
Now, the girls at day care have a totally
different name for me.
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What's going on, ladies? |
To them, I am simply...
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Da Mugz |