I overhead her reading last week that PETA claims we former Michael Vick dogs are all dead, or if not dead, then homeless. Did PETA make this assumption just because I haven’t posted here in awhile? Well, here I am. I’m alive, happy, and busy. I’ve got more hobbies than most kids.
And I’m not homeless either. My life is full and my adoptive family adores me. I live in the house with them, I eat well, I go on lots of outings, I know all of my neighbors, I practice my stuff (I’m a performance dog in training), I play hard, and I get my much deserved beauty rest. This month marks the one year anniversary that my orthopedic surgeon gave me the go-ahead to start agility classes. I’m now quite competent on the teeter, I can make crazy entries into the poles, I jump with the grace of a pig-shaped gazelle, and I get happily sucked into agility tunnels.
When I’m not doing all that, I’m vacationing with my family and my buddy Aldo on the coast. I’m thriving and I’m happy. PETA, I’m most definitely not dead.
p.s. oh PETA, you are right about one thing though. I don’t get handouts from under the dinner table. I wish I did.
Or at least dats what my mum calls me! I've pretty much forgotten how scary my life used to be when me and some of my friends lived at dat "mean guys" place. Now, I get to go for walks, play with my sister and brother, and even go on play-dates with other furry-friends. But bestest of all, I get to sleep under da covers with my mum! Oh yeah, and dats when she calls me her "snuggle-bunny"! Geeze, I always tawght I was just a plain ol' Pit Bull. Who knew I would become all those other tings?! A wee friend came to stay with me for a wittle bit, so I tried calling her "my snuggle bunny". Nope, Nope, snuggle-bunny she was not! She always chased after me and tried to bite my butt! So I named her "Dehlila da PiraƱa".
But I do hope dat some day, she gets to be a pampered pit just like me! Even if she can be annoying.
I love my back yard, its nice and quiet and I can sit in the sun and sniff around to see what critters have passed through while I'm inside. Its also a great place to run around. When I start running around inside, my people say "Uba! Let's go OUTSIDE!" Then I run outside and run around the yard as fast as I can and they watch me and laugh.
Unfortunately, it has been raining a lot recently, which means that going outside and spending time in my yard hasn't been very nice. All the rain did something amazing, though. It made the yard into a jungle! Now I am the king of my very own jungle.
I guess the rain isn't so bad if it makes jungles.
Here is a little video of me running on my most beloved TREADMILL! It is so exciting when my people say "Uba, do you want to go on your treadmill?" Then I jump down the stairs to the treadmill as fast as I can and my people put my working harness on me and I get to RUN! I really really love running on my treadmill.
When we made this video we cut out a lot of the fun part because my mom says 20 minutes of me running might not be all that interesting to people watching. I think the running part is the best!
See how happy I am at the end?
happy running,
Uba
Edited in response to questions:
Uba is running on the dog powered Grand Carpet Mill. Not all dogs are as enthusiastic as Uba about the treadmill concept. Jonny, for example, thinks its pretty boring. It can take some dogs, even those with a ton of energy, a bit of time to get used to the idea of using a treadmill, so please do your research on training, be sure to use a good working harness, and be prepared to always monitor your dogs' treadmill use for safety.
Me and my person go to this big store sometimes where they have lawn mowers and toilets and big pieces of wood and garbage cans and rugs and light bulbs and so many cool things. It's full of so much stuff to sniff and I love it there. Sometimes when I go inside the people who work there all yell my name, "Jhumpa", and my tail wags sooo fast.
But what was so great the other day was that I saw someone sitting on a shelf who looked just like me! I stopped and sniffed and sniffed and sniffed. I couldn't believe my eyes. Sort of like the first time I looked in the thing called a mirror and saw myself. Like magic!
Here is me and my mirror friend:
Here's another:
And one more:
I was so happy to find my mirror friend. I can't wait to visit him next time I go to the store with the lawn mowers and wood and toilets...And my mirror friend!!!