Dad read this in the paper a few weeks ago. It says that I'm a misunderstood dog -- funny, because I talk now and then and no one seems to know exactly what I'm saying. Oh well ... the article talks about how pit bulls, like me, are too often deemed dangerous and sometimes fall into the wrong hands. So read up, and take home my brother or sister!
Article
Thursday, November 30
Tuesday, November 28
Dogs and More Dogs
Mom and I are watching Dogs and More Dogs on PBS. It's all about dogs, like me -- I'm a dog. It's about DNA, dog history and development ... not much about stinking, that's what I like best. And I don't know what DNA stands for ... maybe "dogs not allowed," a phrase I hate to hear!
Friday, November 17
Pet Diaries
My diary for most days: up at 4 or 5 to eat my breakfast, which is never enough. Mom and Dad let me in their bed for a bit so they can warm up and wake up. Then they get up, and eat their breakfast -- I wonder what is in their bowls and wonder about that white liquid they pour on ...
Sometimes when Mom is making lunch I get some green pepper, tomato, or whatever. Mmmmmm veggies! Then I get my bone with peanut butter -- my PB bone -- and get to sleep and chew and rip my blanket for 9 hours or so. Mom and Dad return, we go out and I poop and hit the beach or the dog park. Then I eat dinner, snuggle on the couch, and go to bed for the night after lots of walks and fun playtimes.
This diary is a funny collection from another dog. I totally understand him. The other is from a cat, I don't quite know what is going on.
8am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite
10am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
11am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
Noon - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
1pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
3pm - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
4pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5pm - Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
7pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
9pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favorite!
As seen in a cat's diary:
Day 183 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They
dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.
The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild
satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while
they were walking almost succeeded -- must try this at the top of the
stairs.? In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I
once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair -- must try
this on their bed.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to
make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into
their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little
cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in
solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell
the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY
power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my
advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog
is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is
obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an
informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my
every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is
assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time.
Sometimes when Mom is making lunch I get some green pepper, tomato, or whatever. Mmmmmm veggies! Then I get my bone with peanut butter -- my PB bone -- and get to sleep and chew and rip my blanket for 9 hours or so. Mom and Dad return, we go out and I poop and hit the beach or the dog park. Then I eat dinner, snuggle on the couch, and go to bed for the night after lots of walks and fun playtimes.
This diary is a funny collection from another dog. I totally understand him. The other is from a cat, I don't quite know what is going on.
8am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite
10am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
11am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
Noon - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
1pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
3pm - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
4pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5pm - Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
7pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
9pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favorite!
As seen in a cat's diary:
Day 183 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They
dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.
The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild
satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while
they were walking almost succeeded -- must try this at the top of the
stairs.? In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I
once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair -- must try
this on their bed.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to
make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into
their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little
cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in
solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell
the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY
power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my
advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog
is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is
obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an
informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my
every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is
assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time.
Thursday, November 16
Night at the Park
After work, Mom and Dad took me to the Milford Dog Park. I just love going there to wrestle with my buddies. Tonight I scruffed with Louie, who is a good buddy of mine. He's not a stinky pit, but kind of a long-haired black lab. He chews on my face. Grrrr ... so I chew on his and we roll around.
Milford has a nice dog park at Eisenhower Park. I'll be telling you more as time goes on.
Milford has a nice dog park at Eisenhower Park. I'll be telling you more as time goes on.
Wednesday, November 15
A Friend of the Family
Another shelter doggie named Sage wrote a nice article in the Baltimore Sun on Saturday. I'm not much of a reader myself -- that's what Dad does -- but Dad read the article and told me all about it. Sage is a nice Labrador / Shepherd mix -- who looks like a stinky pit to me -- who was adopted.
I love shelters, because one rescued me. But I love my Mom and Dad, because they took me home!
View the article.
I love shelters, because one rescued me. But I love my Mom and Dad, because they took me home!
View the article.
Monday, November 13
My Stinky Adventures
I'll be telling you all about my adventures in future posts, but let me start with telling everyone that I like to do lots of adventurous things.
Like sailing with Dad in his Sunfish.
Running around the beach.
Walking over to Charles Island.
Going on car trips to Pittsburgh, Baltimore, and other cool spots.
Playing at the dog park.
Going to the vet, which is a cool adventure for me.
Hanging with friends at parties and picnics.
Like sailing with Dad in his Sunfish.
Running around the beach.
Walking over to Charles Island.
Going on car trips to Pittsburgh, Baltimore, and other cool spots.
Playing at the dog park.
Going to the vet, which is a cool adventure for me.
Hanging with friends at parties and picnics.
Is he a pit?
Lots of people ask me and my Mom and my Dad, when we're walking on the street, if I'm a pit. "Is he a pit?" "Isheapit?" We'll, I don't know. I'm stinky, I'm cute, I have prick ears, a brindle coat, three white paws, strong muscles, and I like to chew. Mom and Dad don't know if I am a pit or not, but they know that I am cute and snuggly and sometimes I woof, but not too much. Basenjis don't bark, so maybe I am part Basenji.
Oh well, it's good to be a stinky pit.
Oh well, it's good to be a stinky pit.
About my Mom
My Mom is the greatest Mom in the whole world, because she rescued me along with Dad. My Mom likes to take naps with me, snuggle with me, play with me, and feed me. She also bathes me along with Dad so that I don't stink so much. Boy am I a stinky pit!
Mom has had a few dogs before, but I apparently I take the cake. I've never eaten cake, but I've eaten a lot of other things. I'll tell you all about it when I write some more posts.
Mom likes to sit with me on the couch. She will just grab me and roll me over onto her, and then I fall asleep.
Mom has had a few dogs before, but I apparently I take the cake. I've never eaten cake, but I've eaten a lot of other things. I'll tell you all about it when I write some more posts.
Mom likes to sit with me on the couch. She will just grab me and roll me over onto her, and then I fall asleep.
About my Dad
My Dad is the greatest Dad in the whole world. Of course, I haven't seen much of the world, just a few states on the east coast. Even then, I've only seen a few cities and a few people here and there. But I know that my Dad brought me home because he loves me.
When I first saw my Dad at the shelter, he squatted down and I ran over and tackled him with kisses and loving. My Dad was so ecstatic and happy, even though I smelled pretty bad from being in the shelter for a while. I didn't see Dad again for a few days, but then he came back, and took me home! I love being with my Dad ... sometimes he says "Dad Dad Dad" and I wag my tail a whole lot.
When I first saw my Dad at the shelter, he squatted down and I ran over and tackled him with kisses and loving. My Dad was so ecstatic and happy, even though I smelled pretty bad from being in the shelter for a while. I didn't see Dad again for a few days, but then he came back, and took me home! I love being with my Dad ... sometimes he says "Dad Dad Dad" and I wag my tail a whole lot.
Welcome to my new blog!
Hi everyone! My name is Devo and I am a stinky pit. Actually I'm a bit of a mix between American Staffordshire Terrier and Basenji, with a touch of crazy mixed in!
Some people think I'm a whippet. Do you know why? When I was found wandering in the woods, I was very skinny and had not eaten for a long time. I was just skin and bones, like a whippet. At the doggie shelter where I was rescued, they named me Devo, after the band and the song "Whip It!"
However, my new family has fed me lots and lots of kibble and meaty food, and now I am big and strong. At the doggie hospital after I was rescued, I was only 28 lbs. When my owners brought me home, I had made it up to 35 lbs. Now that I'm in a good home and eating well, I'm up to 44 lbs! And I'm big and strong with lots of muscles.
Please enjoy my new site -- I have a lot to share with you, including pictures, stories, tips on dogs, links to shelters, reviews of items that I use, and more. I'll even show you how I run, swim, sail, and wrestle with other doggies.
Some people think I'm a whippet. Do you know why? When I was found wandering in the woods, I was very skinny and had not eaten for a long time. I was just skin and bones, like a whippet. At the doggie shelter where I was rescued, they named me Devo, after the band and the song "Whip It!"
However, my new family has fed me lots and lots of kibble and meaty food, and now I am big and strong. At the doggie hospital after I was rescued, I was only 28 lbs. When my owners brought me home, I had made it up to 35 lbs. Now that I'm in a good home and eating well, I'm up to 44 lbs! And I'm big and strong with lots of muscles.
Please enjoy my new site -- I have a lot to share with you, including pictures, stories, tips on dogs, links to shelters, reviews of items that I use, and more. I'll even show you how I run, swim, sail, and wrestle with other doggies.
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