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, April 7, 2011

itchy eyes...itchy feet means spring is here...

I am glad that the rain is slowing down and the sun has finally decided to come out on a regular basis.  For me the only downside is allergies.  I like my Mom suffer from spring allergies.  Ironically enough we suffer some of the same type of allergies.  Itchy eyes, runny nose.  Mom doesn't get itchy feet that she has to lick... it might be funny to see though.  I was recently out for a walk and decided to partake of some beautiful flowers and got a snoot full of pollen.  I started sneezing uncontrollably... My eyes were a little mucky and I learned quickly to enjoy the beauty of nature from a little farther away.  Mom contacted the "VET"  she said that I needed some allergy meds to help with the symptoms.  So now like Mom I take some allergy meds.  They make me a little drowsy at times but its better than sneezing my head off.  How can I plot and plan for world domination when my head is congested, I'm sneezing and have puffy eyes....So Mom has made sure that I am able to maintain my clear head and keen senses so that the planning can continue.

So spring flowers, blooming trees...bring on your beauty.....I am armed and ready for your full blown attack.


Cheers from the dog with the ears...
Posted by WIle E. at 7:33 AM

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