4th of July

Me and Roscoe (one of the terrorists)

Tomorrow is the 4th of July. We have a nice parade in our town. My mom says she might take me to watch it if I promise to be very good. I am not sure if I want to be good though, since it is a party, and I like party's, they are an excuse to be bad (so i am told). There is also a picnic in the park, with lots of yummy things to eat. I think I might like to go to the picnic and not the parade.

Me and Sprocket (the other terrorist)

Later she promised that she would BBQ, we all like it when mom does this because there is always some leftovers for me and the terrorists! Maybe we will have company and then get to play ball and hang out with friends. What are you doing tomorrow?

Human Birthdays and Walks

The picture is of me and Roscoe, one of the terrorists. The other terrorist, Sprocket, doesn't go on "long" walks because he has a bad back. He is old and has something called arthritis. I hope I never get this because I love my walks and my dog park play time. The handsome dog on the left is named Takoda, he is my boy friend, well, one of them. He belongs to Rachel who comes and takes of for walks some times when out human is at work.

Yesterday was my humans birthday. I always have wondered why they make such a big deal about birthdays when they have so many of them!!! Most humans have at least 70 or 80 if not more, when most of us dogs only have about 12 or so. So the real celebrations should be when we have our birthdays.

Dog begins Blog

Yes, I am a Pit Bull. Sometimes we have a "bad rap", however I am here to help change that and to talk about me. Yes, me, and perhaps my human and k-9 room mates, who are not pit bulls. They are terriers, or as I like to call them, terrorists.

I came to live with my human almost a year ago. She brought me home from Paw'd Squad Rescue, who found me on the streets of South Central Los Angeles (not a nice place). My human had recently lost her puppy, um I mean daughter named Nat, and before she died she had wanted to adopt a pink pit bull puppy and name it Daisy. My human decided to do so, fortunately for me, even though it was a sad time in her life. So here I am. And not only am I a lovely shade of pink, but I have the outstanding trait of a "Dudley Nose".

Yesterday was this puppy's, um I mean Nat's, birthday, she would have been 22 years old! My human celebrated by going out to eat raw fish, sushi it is called, she took the rest of the litter with her, um I mean siblings. I think it made her feel better, as they all came back feeling very happy. The terrorists think it might have been something called Saki that helps with the mood. Since they, the terrorists, have been around quite a bit longer than I have, I sometimes have to defer to their wealth of knowledge , even though I hate doing it. Pit Bulls are proud, but not stupid and I have alot to learn.