THE BATHTUB...

Well mom finally did it...it took almost 5 months and I'll admit it, much patience on her part. She finally got me in THE BATHTUB for a bath! She had been very creative up till now with doggie wipes, wet washclothes, once a tiny hose down & shampoo outside in a kiddie pool and in the warmer weather swimming in the lake. But for the last few months, it's been too cold for a swim. But no way, no how was she getting me in the BATHTUB. She seemed to instinctively know this, although it could have been all the little hints I gave her...I was afraid of EVERYTHING. Thankfully she's taken it slow.

I guess I asked for it. I had too much fun with my doggie pals Lemon and Squeekie. I'm black and white but when I was done...I was full on brown. Personally I didn't mind, a nice change of pace. But apparently mom wasn't a fan. All I know is she said "today's the day bubba" and she started getting all kinds of stuff together. Then there I was...in the bathroom with the door closed. That in itself was no big feat because mom knows I'll follow her ANYWHERE. Then I noticed the all important treats! They were lined up on the side of the BATHTUB. Well I'm not going to let those go uneaten. When they were gone, she lined up more. I liked this game...I managed to push a bunch into the BATHTUB though. No biggie, mumzie just picked them up out of the water and gave them to me. Listen I could have gone on that way all day. But then she stepped it up a notch. The treats got put on the opposite side of the BATHTUB. Well I can't reach them all the way over there! She told me she had a fabulous idea...she would you know, just place me in THE BATHTUB where I could reach them better. This seemed a reasonable solution to me.

Suddenly, there I was, IN THE BATHTUB. With water in it! I mean, that's scary stuff! Water! IN THE BATHTUB! How is a big tough Pit Bull like me supposed to deal with the full on dangers of water? There were THREE whole INCHES in there! I could have seriously injured myself...oh wait, there was a towel on the bottom so it was nice and soft with no chance of slippies.

Yes, she tricked me and I was clearly miffed...but she just kept shoving treats in my mouth. That made it a tad easier on me. But then there was a cup. That cup had water in it. And that water was poured on me. Yup, can you believe it? So there I am, given all these treats, being handled gently and talked to lovingly. Wasn't she being mean and horrible? Can't you see where I'm coming from? Wait, I'm sensing you aren't backing me up here.

Finally after suds and more water from the dreaded cup it all stopped. Mom made me look at the water going down the drain...um, it was brown (she seemed to think it was pretty gross). She had managed up till now to keep me from bolting out of THE BATHTUB... and not a moment too soon I was lifted up and out.

Then I got all dried off with a fluffy towel, which I was all for. It's just like getting love but with cotton goodness. Unfortuately that ended and I had to endure the HAIRDRYER.

Listen, I will admit: my skin felt good, my fur smelled nice and was fluffy. But the best was that I got TONS of love afterwards. So I guess when she makes me do it again I'll deal with it.

Snow...love it? or hate it?

Snow...I'm not sure how I feel about snow. My doggie sis LOVES it! She has a blast running around in it, sticking her face in itwith a big smile on her face.

First of all I have to point out that it's COLD! She has major fur (double German Shephard coat)...me, not so much. I have short fur and just about nothing on my belly (oh ya, and I HATE my doggie coat).

Second, I don't know what to do out there. Just like I didn't know how to play with toys...mommy is going to have to make a bit of effort and show me all that white stuff is fun.

As for right now...not my favorite thing.

Mom found a little surprise today...

I don't think mom's too happy with me this fine New Year's Day (although I'm quite comfy). She was doing the vacuuming and 'found' my little accident. Listen, she and daddy left! I was all ALONE in this house...they know what happens! I get crazy separation anxiety and just LOSE it....and then I pee. That's not so horrible is it?

OK, maybe I have to come clean a little. When they left...they didn't leave me all alone. My human bro AND human grandparents were here with me. Yes I know, there were THREE other people with me. But somehow it just didn't make a difference. Mom left. I wasn't in my crate because they assumed I could handle it. What is it they say about 'assuming"...something about someone looking like an ass?

So anyway, I'm on the bed all cuddled up while she's doing the vacuuming when she comes across my 'pees'. Apparently I did not pick the best of locations (are there any 'good' locations?). She was none too pleased to find I peed all over TWO photo albums. They were on the floor top side up...so when I did the 'deed' it managed to leak down into every page!!! How was I supposed to know that would happen?

She spent a few hours trying to salvage the pictures she could and taking them all out of their individual pockets. She kept muttering to herself 'yaah, this is exactly how I wanted to start my new year...going through piss-soaked photo albums". Those photo albums really were huge! oops. So sorry mum. You still love me don't you?

I know she does, she tells me that every day. Wow, these forever homes are really awesome!

Happy New Year!!!

It IS a happy new year...I'm still here at my 'forever home'. I keep expecting at any moment that I'll be brought somewhere and dropped off. I can't help it. When we go in the car to visit someone I REALLY do believe it's my last moments of happiness. I get very nervous, pace and whine. It's all very exhausting. By the time we are on way back from anywhere I'm ready for some major Z's.

Here's to hoping other Pitties find their own forever homes.

Sis...What did I ever do to you?

It was wrong, it was mean, it was a little painful. You see my doggie sister True decided to take a chunk out of my ear! Mommy keeps explaining to me that she's old and cranky. Usually that just means she barks at me every time I walk by her...sometimes there's even a little 'air bite'. Personally I think it's rude but mom says she was the only dog here for 10 years and I have to cut her some slack. To be honest, she's a loner and she basically ignores me most of the time (I'm the needy one).

Anyway, we were running around in the yard together. And I gotta tell ya she might be old but her teeth are still sharp! She got ahold of my ear and the next thing I know there's a gash going all the way down my perfect little ear. There's even a little chunk out of it!

The most disturbing thing is mom didn't even know it happened. She saw the whole thing go down but assumed the yelp I made was from smacking chests or legs or something. She FINALLY noticed during our walk (right afterwards) that there was blood. I'll be fair, I have super beautish black shiny fur and it's hard to see blood on it. As soon as some of it hit my white fur she figured it out (sometimes she can be a bit slow).

Then came the upside...lots more love! And I can NOT ever get enough love, so this was a nice by-product of a hate crime. True had to stay on the porch and I got super duper cuddled. hee hee.

I thought that was a toy...

Mom is a tad miffed with me this morning. Here's the thing, I think any of you would have made the same mistake. She went out yesterday and got new slippers. They look like the sock monkey dolls! They resembled a dog toy to me! So I kinda attacked one...granted she was wearing them at time (trying to walk past me). Down she went, teeth through the slipper (nice big hole) and me looking like I didn't do anything wrong. You can see where I was confused, right??

Sneaky mommy

Mom pulled a fast one on me today. First of all she was out this morning doing errands...I wasn't too happy but I had daddy and my human brother Ryan at home so I dealt with it. Thankfully she made it up to me by arranging a doggie playdate with Lemon and Squeekie. But then, she up and left AGAIN after dinner to do more errands! And she SNUCK out! No 'good byes', no 'I love you' - nothing. Apparently she thought it might be easier on me...well guess what? IT WASN'T! She thought I was neurotic before...but now I'm never letting her out of my sight! Honestly I thought I was pretty good at keeping tabs on her. If she gets up, I get up. If she leaves the room, I leave the room (even if she's coming right back within 10 seconds). Well I'm going to have to step up my game. No rest for the weary.

Kisses

Are any of you put off by the 'smack' noise from human kisses? I'm still trying to get used to it. My mommy is constantly giving me kisses and sometimes when she gets to the 'smack' part it kinda startles me, especially if it's behind my head or on my belly. And oh my dog, she gave me a 'zerbert' on my belly and holy sh_t it scared the bajesus out of me. She keeps trying to do them to desensitize me but I'm not sure I'll ever like those. But those human kisses are starting to grow on me.

Nice and comfy...

I gotta say, you should all try training your humans to make you nice and comfy at night. I've got this great gig going on right now. It required me to flash my unbelievably sad pittie puppy eyes for awhile...but it paid off.

Each night my mom places a dog blanket on the bottom of the bed and gives me the 'ok' to get up. Then she molds the blankets (mine and theirs) all around me. She explained something about how their blanket is a 'down comforter', whatever that means. All I know is that thing is awesome! It keeps me all toasty warm through the night. Comfy, comfy, comfy.

Kudos to the Pit Bull in the corner...

This weeks obedience class ROCKED! Mom seems to be making progress...the trainer said she looked like a whole new person. I guess she's calming down a bit. I'm not sure why she carries around a 'Pit chip' on her shoulder, I'm the one that's an actual Pit Bull! ha. I guess it's just because she cares so much.

Anyway, we all learned the correct way for dogs to meet each other. It was very informative, especially for mom. Her typical MO: I'll be happy to meet a dog and start to go over to say howdy, then bam, she'll be afraid of what I might do (what me? I'm an angel) and pulls the leash back. I HATE that! The trainer says it's the worse thing she should could do. Mom just needs to be to my side between me and the other dog so she can pull the leash UP (not back) and move me away if things go south (what me? I'm an angel).

So all us dogs got a chance to 'introduce ourselves'...there was alot of sniffing going on. All the other dogs got to meet first (all smaller than me) and then I got to get in on the mix. I let them all sniff away, no problems here. I even got to do my fair share of sniffing too. I'll be honest, I really just wanted to meet the other humans (they are my favorites). I got lots of pats and the trainer kept saying over and over again what a sweet dog I was.

At the end of the session one of the other humans made a VERY good point. She asked out of all the dogs, who was the only one that didn't growl at all. Yup, that would be the little ole piddle...ME! Mom was beaming with pride.