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, November 12, 2009

Why is it some people are inconsiderate??

Hello everyone,


I know that I've probably written about this before but I think its something that needs to be said again.  As many of you may know I love going for walks it truly is one of my favorite things.  While I'm out on my walks I will occasionally need to answer natures call.  I have a bag attached to my leash that contains "waste bags" so that anything I do can be picked up so it does not foul the yard.  My people are very diligent about making sure I am a polite visitor in other people's yards.  It does not take a lot of effort to do this, I watch my people do it.  Sure I here the prerequisite EWWW! but they still manage to take care of it.


Why is it that other people are not as concerned about where their fur family answers natures call?  Yesterday my mom was getting out of the car and stepped onto the grass right near her door and smoosh... right in a pile of poo.  Obviously someone had been out for a walk and let their dog do its business and didn't even think twice about leaving it.  I've heard the argument for this when my mom asked why... well I'm being "GREEN" was the response I don't want to use plastic bags.  So instead you leave it on someone else's yard.  If you don't care make sure your fur friend only does his/her business in your yard!!! 


Picking up after your fur friend not only makes you a good neighbor but it also helps protect the neighborhood.  There are a lot of poo borne illnesses that can be picked up by coming into contact with it.  Please, please please be a good pet parent, pet friend, neighbor and don't let your pets roam free and for goodness sake if your dog or cat poops in someone's yard take 15 seconds and pick it up.


 Have a wonderful fall day!


Cheers, from the dog with the ears....

Posted by WIle E. at 12:42 AM

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