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


Wednesday, August 5, 2009

The Orange Hairball of doom

Tonight, as I took my final nightly stroll, my girl and I were walking near our neighbor's house.  Now, mind you this is not the house of the Orange Hairball, but another neighbor's house.


We walked passed their car and heard a hiss coming from underneath it.  My Girl thought at first it was a leak in the car tire... I smelled the stinky cat before I saw him.  I immediately started barking to let my girl know that what she was hearing was the Orange Santan hissing at her, not a car tire going flat.   She leaned down to see what cat was under the car, and out jumped the Orange Hairball of doom.  He lept forward,  turned around, and then ran toward the bushes.


He then tried to walk up to my girl to try and get some pets/scratches.  I think this cat has obviously swallowed one to many hairballs.  My girl looked down at the cat with a pitiful look on her face.  I thought for a brief moment she was going to give in and pet him.  My heart started to beat fast and I let out a little howl of disapproval.  My girl turned toward me, rubbed my ears, and off we walked.


So for tonight the Hairball of Doom didn't succeed in his mission


Score one for the dog with the ears!!!!


cheers


 


 

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