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


Thursday, October 1, 2009

A chill is in the air....maybe fall is here...

Hello all,


The air lately has a crisp bite to it.  for the last week when I've gone out for my morning and evening walks I had to put on a sweater.  What can I say, being small I get cold easy.


With winter around the corner its time to start thinking of things to do to help keep your fur babies safe from the cold.  Just like in the summer when the hot ground can burn our paws, The cold frozen ground can be just as bad.


I wear very stylish shoes/boots this keeps my feet warm, dry and clean.  Mom says that it makes it easy for her because I'm not tracking mud into the house.


I also have a nice cozy area when I'm outside so that I can hunker down and stay warm and dry. (though I'm not outside much)


I have a raincoat, and numerous sweaters so that I can be stylish, warm and dry.  In the house I have a nice big soft Woobie (blanket) that I curl up in, or under when my ears are feeling a little frosty.


My people make sure that I am climate controlled so that I am comfortable... what can I say I think I'm a little spoiled.


So to my friends make sure you tell your people that when it gets cooler you still need to take care of your fur babies and keep them safe, warm and dry.


tell later,


Cheers from the dog with the ears.

Posted by WIle E. at 2:07 AM

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