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


Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Kermit was right its not easy being green......

As some of you might be aware.. I have been a bit "green" lately and not because St. Patrick's day is fast approaching.
Last week I was sick not just a little sick but WOW THIS SUCKS! Sick.  Sleeping was the only thing that even sounded remotely relaxing.
My parents don't know exactly what caused the "Orange dog" to turn green (get sick and throw up).  They took me to the vet and I have elevated liver enzymes which could mean a lot of different things.  I could have indigested some sort of toxin, could have caught a bacterial infection who knows.  In any case I have been given 4 pills that I have to take on a daily basis, that's right 4 nasty pills.  I am a small in stature but big in might.  It takes two people to get me to take my meds.  First they try to hide it in cheese… yeah right I have mastered the art of eating just the cheese and leaving the hidden nastiness behind.  It takes practice to do this but I am a master.  Next they tried to put a little honey on it.  The thought was that this would make it easier to swallow and more palatable.  YEAH RIGHT!  All that ended up happening was I ended up as Mr. Honey face and sticky.  Now as fate would have it all the trial and error have really given my Mom and advantage.  She now just gives me the pill and then with a small dropper squirts a little water in after, this makes me swallow the pill.  I still occasionally manage to spit one back out at her…My Dad jokes that my tongue is as long as my body because I can really make  it difficult.  I am still not back 100% but I'm sure with all the love and attention I get I will be soon.  In the mean time I have some words of advice to my canine and people friends.  With spring upon us and summer around the corner people will be spraying their grass to make it grow and to kill bugs etc.  This stuff is not meant for us to ingest, if you walk on a lawn that has been sprayed make sure to wash any part of you that came in contact with it with soap and water when you get back in the house.  This will keep you from ingesting the bad stuff when you inevitably lick your feet. (as I have often been known to do).


We think that this may have been what caused me to get sick and I want to get the word out so that nobody else goes through the misery I have the last few weeks.


Take care friends….



Cheers from the dog with the ears...
 


 

Posted by WIle E. at 2:02 AM

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