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, December 28, 2009

Bad Uncle...Fun Uncle?????

OK,


the last 5 days have been exhausting and interesting at the same time.


First we had company.. my uncle T came to visit.  When he walked in the door he had a very dominant air about him... I think he thinks he's all that and a bag of chips... So I did what any self respecting dog searching for world domination would do.  I ran up quickly approached him while trying to look fierce..  Out stretched to my highest point I didn't even reach his knee.. My Mom quickly corrected my behavior and I rolled over so that Uncle T could rub my belly.  I know its not the most Alpha thing to do but I have to admit a belly rub isn't  the worst thing that could happen.  Well as fate would have it, Uncle T thought I was oddly cute, I know that its a back handed compliment but you have to take what you can get.  We became friends while he was here in fact... I napped on him.  He unwisely gave me a tummy ache by feeding me milk.  BAD uncle.... Bad uncle....


Mom and Dad also had other people over Uncle T kept baiting me trying to get me to bark or bite them... He didn't know that my Mom and Dad don't allow that type of behavior so it didn't really work for him....  He finally gave up and started cuddling me..I know he has a soft spot for me.


The only problem is he keeps calling me yellow dog.... Hey bright eyes I'm Orange not yellow.  I know as a song writer nothing rhymes with orange so you changed it to yellow.  You need to figure out a new lyric...  Or do I need to do it for you!


Any way.... I have a new face book page check out http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?ref=profile&id=100000606074203


 Cheers from the dog with the ears...

Posted by WIle E. at 2:50 PM

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