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


Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The orange harbinger of doom is gone now the Black fur demon appears.

It's no secret that I am not a fan of the feline species.


Yet I have tried with all my canine powers to tolerate them...  Today was one more reason for me to have second thoughts about my tolerance.


I have a neighbor who lets their cats roam freely outside.  You see that instead of being a pet parent that looks after their pet to try and make sure they are safe they think what they are doing is what the "cat" wants.  In the meantime the cat uses my yard, my neighbors patio, and flower boxes as its litter box... its really kinda gross.  If I go out for a walk my family makes sure to pick up after me so that I am a polite pet. 


This morning I was going out on my morning walk.  I walked past my mom's car when WHACK.. from underneath the car a black ball of mange caught me right on the side of the face.  Fortunately I was pulled back quickly and no significant damage was done.  Out ran the black fur demon.  It was hissing and took off running.  Ok,  I tried to forget about the incident as I enjoyed my walk.. That was until I got to my front walk...  Sure enough the black fur demon was laying across the walk way.  As we approached the cat would not move it laid there and hissed at us.  As my girl tried to walk around, and then step over the top of the cat, it tried to scratch her.  She quickly picked me up and moved quickly passed the monster. 


As we entered the house she immediately checked me over from top to bottom making sure that I was not hurt.  No marks... that's a good thing...


So to anyone who will listen I say to you... Letting your pets roam free, is not what's in best interest for your pets.... Your neighbors don't want the poop on the lawns etc.  Your pets might be hurt, they could pick up some nasty bugs.  Not to mention things like cars, larger animals etc.


So please love us.. give us a safe environment to play, live, and love in...


Thanks for listening to my rant...


Cheers from the dog with the ears.


 

Posted by WIle E. at 11:58 PM

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