7 Random Facts about Me

7. I have an ID number tattooed on the lower right side of my belly. That way, if I get lost and someone finds me, they can take me right back to my daddio! Oh yeah, and mommy too.

6. I absolutely hate being yelled at. I may be a big, tough pit bull, but I am so scared of loud hoomans.

5. I am the best snuggler you will ever meet. There is no "your side my side" - there is only a big snuggle heap! I like to be warm, and I'll keep you warm in return.

4. I am the dominant dog in the house. I will assert said dominance until other dogs submit or until daddy yells at me. (See number 6.)

3. I've recently taken up a new hobby... that hole in the back yard. Yup, that's right - I dug it! Daddy HATES that... (See number 6.)

2. When I play with my sister Sage, I like to tease her. I'll pick up a toy, drop it right in front of her, and when she goes for it - BAM! We're wrestling!! They should call me Teasy-Wheezy. Heh. I'm sooo clever.

1. I give the BEST HUGS! I like to sit back on my haunches and put my front paws on you, while you look into my face and coo at me. I won't lick obnoxiously like some dogs (Sage...) but I'll just sit there and let you kiss me and nuzzle me - sometimes for as long as 5, 10 minutes! Especially with daddy. I love hugs. Someday, I hope to post a picture of myself giving people hugs. It's the nicest thing =)

The Bathroom Trash

Well, I have this really bad habit. Mom keeps getting super duper mad at me - the other day, she kicked the couch and yelled a whole bunch 'till I hid. But I just can't help it...

OK here it is - confession time: I root around in the bathroom trash. Almost every day, Mommy and Daddy come home to tissues and Q-Tips strewn around the upstairs hallway.

I don't know what the big deal is. I just like it. I could stop anytime I wanted to... I just don't think it's getting in the way of my everyday activities. I'm a social trash-rooter, I swear!

And hey - my sissy Sage even EATS the Q-Tips. Now THAT's weird.

Darn Bees!

Gosh darn - it! I got stung by a bee today on the bottom of my left front paw. Daddy always tells me to leave those things alone, but they're just so queer; I couldn't resist trying to get a closer look - and maybe trying to eat one. Well, I tried to bite, and it bit back!! Now, I'm limping =( I guess I'll be a three-legged pup until it heals.

Oh well, secretly, I love to play up the sympathy factor. This will mean MORE TREATS! Nom nom nom!

Oh wait - I just thought of something. I hope I'm not allergic!