Megatron Burt

How did your owner decide they wanted a small friend and that you would be the right small friend for them?
My mum wanted a cat, but her father told her she couldn’t have a cat but she could have a dog. She already had a dog and had never had a kitten. So her dad found me on the computer and organised for her to just go and have a look at me. When she saw me, she knew she had to take me straight home. I was so cute and tiny. She adored me from the second she saw me.

Where did your owner find you?
On Gumtree – I was living on a farm at Jerrabomberra. I was absolutely filthy, covered in fleas and weighed 450 grams.

How did your owner choose your name?
My mum asked friends on Facebook for advice (after the name ‘Betty’ got denied) and got all sorts of cheesy names for me such as: Trixie, Bella, Trixiebell, Missy – but her 20 year old brother called me Megatron and it just stuck. It’s better than my sister, a Jack Russell, he changed her name to Borris.

What do you enjoy doing?
I spend hours chasing balls, and kicking them down the stairs watching them bounce.
I also love collecting all the pegs that fall off the clothesline and being chased around the house while chewing them up.

Do you have a favourite treat, spot or toy?
I love soft toys with squeakers inside – I just can’t help making that noise, then ripping out the squeaker along with all the stuffing. Borris and I both love our Possum toy, but I recently chewed it up and destroyed it. Now it looks more like a drowned rat.

(Small Friends Veterinary Hospital Editor’s note: Make sure you are with your owners when you play these games Meggsy and Borris, swallowing squeakers and/or stuffing can end up causing an intestinal blockage)

What do you think makes you so special to your owner?
I am just so adorable, very funny, loveable and fun to have around. I sleep with her and follow her everywhere and I sit outside the bathroom door waiting to be with her again.

Are there any funny or interesting stories about you that you can share with us?
Recently I have been going to the dog park with my sister Borris and my friend Jake (mini Dachshund) at Yarralumla. The first time I was there I ran up my mother’s legs and up into her arms when approached by a menacing little puppy.
I also sleep in really strange positions and sit with my hind legs sticking out the back.