One summer day, mum and I went to da barn to see some puppies. At first, dey were jumping all over me and saying "Uncle Frodo come play with us!" I had to remind dem of there manner's because you know, dose whittle guys are still learning. After, we were all just running around and having fun! Oh and even cousin Elliot and momma Eva were having a good time too. I guess da whittle one's arn't so bad after all, even if dey like to tug on my ears. "Ouch!" Well, I hope everyone is having as much fun dis summer as I am!
Step 4: Do not let the people see you open the crate. There are several reasons for this:
They will take the yummy bone that you so skillfully "borrowed" away from you and they will give it back to your sister.
When they come home and find you out of your crate they will stop saying "How did you get out? I thought I latched it all the way!" and they will start putting carabiners on the crate door. I haven't figured out how to open a carabiner yet, but I am working on it.
They will do mean things, like put your favorite toy inside the crate and tell you to open the crate and get it. Then they will point the camera at you to make a movie. I am refusing to comply with this ridiculous demand.
With practice you will be able to open crates quickly and without making any suspicious noises. Good luck!
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.