Attack of the Idiot 12-Year-Old

While on a walk today, some derelict kid ran me over with his skateboard. :( I don't really understand why, since I was just walking like normal, straight down my side of the path. Momma did some yelling and made use of two expletives, which she says often make good coping mechanisms.

Anyway, Momma had to carry me home because I was so confused and couldn't think properly on where to go or how to get there. She was very worried and kissedkissedkissed my head (makes me feel special). We tried to go for a walk later on, but I'm just not sure about it anymore...the outside. How am I going to know if it's safe yet?? What if something attacks me again?? I just don't understand why since I was using my manners and walking like a gentleman... :*(

Hello, World!

My name is Zissou and I'm a dark brindly French Bulldog. My head is big and wrinkly. I snort when I'm happy, curious, pestered, hungry, sleepy, or just about anytime I deem necessary. My charms are numerous, like the folds of skin around my face. And I like a pillow for my head when I sleep, please. The stinkier my fart, the happier you can tell I am. Sometimes I eat hair, but my favorite is leaves. I don't understand when people call me a Pug or a Boston Terrier. I'm not "so ugly I'm cute," and if you say that to me I'll know you're a moron. :E

I have a mum an' dad, aunt and uncle, cousins, and friends at my dog park. But I always like more. :D New friends are the best! Friendly friends, please -- I don't understand when I'm barked meanly at. :(



Cheers,

Zissou!