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


Thursday, October 14, 2010

Its no fun when Giardia come to visit... that's a guest nobody wants

So I went to a big event a few weeks back.  I go to quite a few so this one was no different than any of the others except.... the ground was a little wet and soupy in spots.  This sounds like it might be fun... I for one am not a big fan of water so I would much rather trod around on the dry grass.  My Mom was worried about me getting all muddy....Little did we know that the muddy side of it would have been easy compared to the unwelcome guest we were about to have visit.   I attended the event and had a wonderful time.... Three days later I wasn't feeling so well my tummy was grumbling... and well my walks for natures business had become less than pleasant (I know TMI) Mom was worried about me because I was really tired all the time and not eating... thats when we went to the vet.  I am not a big fan of the vet but after I go I normally feel better so I tried to suck it up and wear my big boy pants.  The vet did a bunch of tests and sure enough I was sick I had Giardia... Its a nasty protozoa that makes you have the runs....(place whatever euphemism for that here)  The doctor gave me some medication to take along with a diet of chicken and rice... the blandness helps the stomach heal.  I was also dehydrated so they had to give me subcutaneous fluids... I looked like someone pumped me up...Mom was concerned about precautions to take to prevent me from getting this again.  The doctor told her that if I attend places that have a lot of dogs or that are wet I need to have a B A T H when I get home... or at the very least my feet, legs, butt and any other part that touched the ground...  While I'm not a big fan of baths it  would be a lot better than the uninvited guest taking up residence in my tummy.  I'm feeling a lot better now even though I am still taking medication.  It will take a little while to bounce back but I'm glad I have a family that loves and cares about me.


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


 

Posted by WIle E. at 11:05 AM

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