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, July 26, 2010

What you think you know might not necessarily be true

People frequently don't give their furry canine friends as much credit as they deserve.
Case in point….now everyone always says oh how cute "he" knows its his dad coming up the front walk way not just a stranger. (this of course is based on scent and the sound of his foot steps)
When my girl recently tried to trick me by hiding in the tub to see if I would be able to find her… I patrolled through the house going room to room until I caught her scent.  I nudged back the shower curtain and even though the thought of coming near the bath tub sent chills up my spine… low and behold who do I find trying to be invisible.. Yes, my girl…She hasn't figured out yet that my nose works a million times better than hers and unless she was covered from head to toe in some other smell I would find her.  The latest feat that my family finds amusing is my ability to distinguish cars.  I'm not like the ordinary dog that would just bark at the cars as they go by.  I know by sight and sound who in my family drives what car.  If I am out for a walk with my mom and I see my Dad's car coming toward us in the distance I immediately start doing my happy dance…(yes, I admit It I do my happy dance for my family… kind of dorky but what can I say..) The same applies for my Mom and Girl.  When the neighbor that I'm not fond of drives by I give my patented 4 barks (Mom thinks this is equivalent to me saying bad words) I then turn my back as if to say kiss my furry behind.  I know this probably doesn't sound like much.. I like to keep my people constantly guessing and surprised…sometimes its easier to get away with things if people think your not the brightest candle on the cake….  No one said world domination was going to be easy……


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


 


 

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