Something about Me

Hello people,

My name is Wile E. Super Genius

I am currently in my laboratory thinking of ways to besmirch the dastardly Orange Cat that torments me everyday on my outings. I wish I could say that I could turn the other cheek when it comes the orange hairball but if I did I might end up looking like I had a run in with Freddy Krueger. I will tell you a little about myself. When I was a young pup I had a rough life. The people who owned me…yes, I said owned me…didn’t treat me very well. I was often kicked and hit. As I was tied up in the back yard being soaked by a March downpour I finally made my escape by desperately chewing through the harness that held me captive. I was free!!!! Alone on the streets, hungry, and hurt, but free!
Soon the Dog cops caught me and I was held at the “Pound”. It wasn’t as bad as where I was before: I had food, water and a roof over my head. I had three roommates that were very pushy and always stealing all the food, but I guess it could have been worse. My time at the pound was growing short. Everyday people would walk through the halls looking at us and trying to decide if we would go home with them. I waited for my turn, but it didn’t seem like it was going to come. One sunny day, a girl with long flowing brown hair walked up to my cage. She bent down and called to the little black whiney guy laying behind me. He looked up but never came to her. I walked up and placed my paw through the cage to get her attention. I also gave her my best booboo lip. She looked at me and said something to the big lady with her, then walked off. My heart sank into my tail.
Several days passed, and it was looking bleak. Several people came to my cage, and the girl and the big lady came too, but they were looking at the black dog, not me. It didn’t look like I was ever going to get probation. An older gentleman reached down and picked up the little black dog and cuddled him tight. Well, at least I got rid of a roommate. The girl sat down in front of my cage and took a tennis ball out of her pocket. She put it near me to see what my reaction would be (she didn’t know that next to cow and chicken the tennis ball is one of my favorite things). I didn’t know it at the time, but the girl and big lady were in the process of springing me out. I had to have surgery and a microchip before I could leave, but once that was all done the Big Lady came back, scooped me up in a blanket, put me in a warm dog crate, and took me to a new home.

My new home is amazing. I have my own bed with a fuzzy blanket (we refer to it as a woobie). I have tons of toys, food, treats, cookies, but most importantly a family who loves me. I have a girl, a mom and a dad. While my plan for world domination is ongoing, at least I can do it in comfort with the love and support of my new family


Saturday, July 25, 2009

No I cried I was saving that for later!!!!!

I know that I'm probably not suppose to eat it... but occasionally I will sneak a piece of pizza crust.  I have gotten very good about hiding it in my bed for later.  I will sneak the crust and go lay down... like I'm minding my own business and getting ready to take a nap.  I act like I'm fluffing the blankets, when I'm actually stashing the pizza under them like a pirate's buried treasure..  I have managed to do this at least a hundred times with treats, and I have never gotten caught.  Well I shouldn't say never, today was the exception to the rule.  Tonight, everyone had left the room momentarily and I thought I was in the clear...  I went over and grabbed the piece of pizza crust I had been hiding since yesterday.  I had been thinking about the piece of pizza all day.  I dragged it out into the middle of the living room floor and started gnawing on it.  Oh, I love the taste of stale crust with a touch of marinara and cheese.  I had just gotten started when I heard someone shout my name and say NO!  I looked up.  BUSTED!  Mom came running over and snatched my contraband treat right from my lips... I looked up at her and howled NOOOOOOO! I now sit here with the vague remnants of the pizza sauce on my whiskers and the melencoloy thought of what could have been.  I can only contemplate what  I will do to Mom to get back at her for taking my treasure
Posted by WIle E. at 2:44 PM

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