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


Friday, March 5, 2010

Don't judge a book by its cover...

Why is it that as a society we place more emphasis on a person's appearance than on their actual substance.
I know that his holds true for people, its often thought that overweight people are slovenly and not as intelligent as their thinner peers. Blonde people have often been the butt of jokes about their lack of intelligence. 


While it may seem that the human world has a monopoly on these very shallow perceptions of appearance it also crosses over into my world.  How many times have you seen people walking their Pit bulls and crossed the street for fear it might attack.  I will admit that I occasionally get a chill of fear when I'm around larger dogs,  I think that it is an evolutionary response for self preservation since I weigh less than 15 pounds.  I know that I could be a snack if the dog was so inclined.  I have tried to get passed this, I have a couple of neighbors who are larger dogs, one is a Pit-bull the other a Boxer.  At first I'll admit I was a little apprehensive but I quickly found that both of these beautiful girls were not looking at me as a mid-day snack but as someone that wanted to play with.  Now whenever I'm out for a stroll if I see them I immediately want to go say hello.  I could very easily be placed into a stereo-type since I am part Chihuahua, people automatically assume I am a yappy dog that barks all the time.  While I will bark, I don't bark just to hear the sound of my own voice.  There will always be an argument that some dogs are more aggressive and dangerous than others, I think we have to try and be objective, notice how the dog and its people behave instead of what it looks like.  You don't want to miss out on making a good friend because of some ill conceived notions.


Now I will step down from my soapbox….


Cheers from the dog with ears

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