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, January 11, 2010

I was uncle Wile E. for a weekend and that was enough!!

Well my girl had a project for one of her new classes.  It was called Baby we can wait.  Sounds a little weird I know.  She got a new born baby simulator.  It is a doll that is programed to simulate one of fifteen new born baby schedules.  My girl had to wear a band on her wrist that activated it when it cried.  If the faux-baby cried it required one of the following; a feeding, a changing, a burping, or rocking/comforting.  She brought the faux-baby home Friday night.  The first time the thing let out a cry I barked and went over and checked it out to see what all the fuss was about.  To say this doll is a little creepy would be an understatement.  I sniffed it just to check it out and decided right then, that I didn't want anything to do with it... I've seen the movie "Child's Play" and this thing had Chuckie written all over it. 


My girl did her best to be a good pseudo-mom during her simulation.  She did everything she was suppose too.  She had moments of frustration and is totally exhausted.  Ironically mom said that she never played with dolls as a little girl so I'm sure this was really weird for her too.


Mom said she thinks this is a good lesson, while babies can be cute they are a lot of work!  I heard Mom ask my girl what she thought of the experience.  She said "if the idea was to make you see babies can be a pain in the neck they succeeded, I think I'll wait ten or more years before walking down that path".


So my time of being an uncle is officially over.... and not too soon... I can wait 10 years...


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

Posted by WIle E. at 12:39 AM

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