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, April 23, 2010

When the weather can't make up its mind sometimes you just have to suck it up….

I am what you might consider a creature of habit.  I know that I typically go for a walk at the same time every day.  I then eat a snack  and take a nap.. I know its sounds like an ideal life.. With the weather bouncing back and forth it has kind of thrown me off kilter.  Instead of going outside for my walk all I want to do is run out do my business and come back in the house.  I don't want water from the sky giving me a bath and I don't want standing water to get my tummy wet.  I wear a rain coat… but my ears, feet and legs still get wet and as far as I'm concerned that is too much.  Because I am not expending my energy during my walk I have a tendency to get a little bit spazzy..  I like to run around the living room after my pig ball, (thus the nickname Monkey boy)  my Mom and Girl throw it and I run after it, shake it around and flip it in the air.  My girl gets a little annoyed because I like to play with my pig ball in front of the T.V.  This is not dangerous in the sense that I could get hurt but the danger factor comes in because I could knock my ball under the T.V.  Where I can not reach it… I'm not sure why I do this, but I manage to knock it under the T.V. at least  twice before I get scolded about the ball being left under if I do it again.  Me being me, I just turn and bark as if to say "yeah right".  I know my Mom will be glad when the weather stays constant so that I can go outside run around chasing the tennis ball and poop my self out.  I get into less mischief when I have a way to expend my energy.  So to all of you out there repeat after me…. RAIN< RAIN GO AWAY bring Wile E. some sunny days…..



Cheers from the dog with the ears…...

Posted by WIle E. at 1:53 AM

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