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


Monday, July 27, 2009

You can never have too many walks

I know that my fellow canines in my neighborhood are jealous.  The reason is simple.  I don't get stuck out in the back yard for exercise or doing nature's business.  I get walked at least 6 times a day.. I don't mean just being taken out to do nature's business... I mean a walk.


You see, I found a way that gets my people's attention immediately, and it can be really annoying.  We have the old fashioned door stops.  You know, the kind that are like a spring.  All I have to do is sit by the door and hit it, kind of like boxing on a speed bag.  After about the fifth time I hit it and it makes the loud BAAAARIIIINGG sound, my people get up, grab my leash, and out I go.  I will normally do nature's business when I go out about 85% of the time.  The rest of the time I just want to see where the orange cat is.


I can always sniff out who's been where, and if any other dogs have been on my lawn.  Most of the time, I just want to see who's out and about, and do a little socializing.  My people are always polite and make sure that any deposits made get picked up and disposed of.  We wouldn't want to be rude neighbors.


So, if you want your people to walk  you more frequently, find a way to get their attention... It needs to be loud, obnoxious, annoying and cute at the same time... I guarantee it will work.  If not, give them the bark and the pee-pee dance.

Posted by WIle E. at 2:54 PM

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