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, October 5, 2009

Aren't black cats suppose to be bad luck… or are they just a pain in my tail.

As any of you who have read my blog know… I formerly had an orange hairball of doom that tormented me daily.  Now he has been replaced by the black cat of doom.  This cat will lay across my walkway and sit and hiss.  My girl has to pick me up to avoid contact.  As I walk past parked cars this black bane of my existence will be lying in wait and try and scratch me.  Fortunately I am a lot more agile and quick than I look and I have so far been able to avoid contact.  I of course being the pack animal that I am will bark at the cat if I see her… this is more for me and my girl than to warn the cat.  She just lays there looking at me like I'm a crazed freak.  One thing I need to mention is the fact that this ebony demon is the same size as I am and has a full set of claws.  As I've said before I'm a lover not a fighter and would prefer to avoid her rather than get scratched.  I find it bothersome that if I acted this way to other animals or roamed free I would be picked up and thrown in doggy jail.  This cat can be a pest and is still there everyday tormenting me.  I will need to find a better way to locate her so that I can be one step ahead of her… Perhaps a bell… this would keep her from hurting anything else as it would announce her presence….


I don't have any intent on hurting the pain in my tail… but I would like to make it harder for her to sneak up on me.


Any suggestions, ideas drop me a line…


Cheers from the dog with the ears…..


 

Posted by WIle E. at 1:18 AM

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