Tag Archives: Pitbulls

8/20/13 P.I.T.B.U.L.L.

I don’t watch TV, but here’s a noteworthy quote from Dog Whisperer Cesar Milan:

“In the 70’s they blamed the Dobermans, in the 80’s they blamed the German Shepherds, in the 90’s they blamed the Rottweilers, now they blame the Pitbulls.  When are they going to start blaming the humans?”

P layful

I ntelligent

T rusting

B rave

U nwavering

L oving

L oyal

…Mom and Dad had to go out late last night after Jamie was in bed.  There were a few items left on the school supply sheet that they had to pick up.  Mom was really tweaking out about leaving me out of the crate.  She brought me up to Jamie’s room and showed me my bed (I have one in each bedroom) and even coaxed me up on to Jamie’s bed (!) where I enthusiastically dogsmooched Jamie’s face and looked out of the window.  However, human beds are not for me and I jumped down quickly and walked Mom and Dad to the door.  Upon their return, Mom was surprised and pleased to find me in an alert and attentive position, watching over Jamie like a sentry as he slept sprawled every which way on his bed.  When I saw Mom I quickly rolled over into the belly-rub position, and she praised and petted me while I smiled and smiled, with eyes half-closed.

Pitbulls love a job to do.  They don’t call us the “Nanny Breed” for nothing!

8/13/13 Just Blogging 2

I have this plastic pretzel that I’m systematically destroying by tearing chunks out of it; then I chew the little chunks like gum.  Mom is always tweaking out about this (she’s afraid I’ll choke), but Jamie thinks it’s hilarious to watch.  He got the idea to make a video of me chewing, and to put the old Haddaway “Don’t Hurt Me” song behind it, so I’d look like those 3 guys from Saturday Night Live.  I kind of hope he does it…I’d post it on YouTube.  “What is love…don’t hurt me”

When I’m not chewing my gum, I’m reading this cool Zombie story by this guy, cb, and his wordpress account is called, contrafactual.  I think you should check it out.  There’s a nice dog in there named Rolf.  He’s my favorite character, and I hope he doesn’t get eaten by the Z pack. 

Today is kind of a slow news day.  Mom went to the store, and one of the women there told her that she resembled Sharon Osbourne.  Mom came home, announced her impending suicide, and changed her hair.

Jamie is recovering from his incident with the skateboard.  However, he is very sore.  I’m trying not to jump on him.  Saturday is his birthday and he says he feels like an old man.  In dog years, he’s 91, so he IS an old man.  Ha!

Mom ordered a couple of T-shirts for her and Jamie.  Both are black (I can see black) and Mom’s has a Pitbull on it and the word, “Misunderstood”.  Jamie’s has bright lettering and says, “Don’t judge my Pitbull and I won’t judge your children”.  I knew Jamie would get that shirt!  He’s forever commenting on whiny, screaming kids.  He really IS an old man!

Woof!  Love, Maggie

 

 

 

8/2/13 Just Blogging

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Me, with a chew toy, when I’m not blogging.

I’m feeling a little better today.  I’ve had a rough couple of days with my allergies.  The day before yesterday, I was REALLY hyper from itching.  Then yesterday, with all the medicine I’m taking, I felt a little bit down.  Today I’m feeling more like myself, playing, chewing, snatching a bag of model airplanes from Jamie’s room…OK so I’m not proud of the last one.  Don’t judge me!

Jamie saw a T-shirt online that said, “Don’t judge my Pitbull and I won’t judge your kids”.  He really thought that was a good one, especially since he says, “There’s always a screaming kid somewhere.” (Jamie is a very old man disguised as a 13 year-old.)  I kind of feel bad about taking his airplanes, but I’m sure I’ll forget about it soon.

I have Canine College tomorrow.  Mom, Jamie, and Laurel have been working on my commands with me.  I hope I do well.  I do feel I have to protect Mom from that big German Shepherd that’s there, even though she says it’s OK.  The one thing I don’t like is the training collar.  I managed to slip it off today and when Mom tried to put it back on my neck, I stuck my snout all the way on the ground so she couldn’t do it at first.  She managed, though.  When she’s preoccupied, I’m going to take it off again.

I’m going for a bath, too, after school, and that’s going to feel great.  Mom would have taken me today, but she applied Frontline between my shoulders the other day and had to wait 48 hours before bathing.  That bath is going to feel like heaven on my itchy skin.

I’ll report from school tomorrow!

Love, Maggie

 

 

7/9/13 Rainy Day Mood

Geez, it’s another rainy day.  The sky opens up and buckets of water come pouring down. We can barely see across the street.  Jamie is bummed because we haven’t had any true sunny weather.  I, too, am feeling bored and restless, cooped up indoors.  

However, the Thundershirt is working out nicely.  I definitely recommend it for all nervous dogs.  Too bad it doesn’t relieve boredom!  Mom says that when I go to school on the 27th, the trainers are going to address my anxiety and give her tips to deal with it.  I am really looking forward to school and being the best dog I can be for myself and my family.  Plus, it’s something to DO.  Perhaps when I finish school, I won’t have to be crated when my humans leave the house.  Right now, I know I am anxious and tend to chew and perhaps have the odd accident here and there due to stress.  But I’m actually quite housebroken.  It’s just the stress that gets to me.

One of the things I’m excited about for school is the fact that this particular facility has a LOT of experience with Pitbulls.  The people understand that Pitbulls don’t have to be a “bully breed”.  I am a very loving and intelligent dog who enjoys the company of humans.  I really have no interest in fighting or seeing who’s “boss”.  I know that if I excel in school, Jamie and Mom will take me a lot more places and I’m really pumped for that!

I just wish the weather would clear up.  I understand that there is a heat wave in parts of the country, but where we are, the temperatures have been below normal and a lot, lot, lot, of rain.  All this rain makes me sleepy and then when I do have a burst of energy, I’m usually getting into mischief.  Mom understands that, though, because we are limited to the amount of time we can spend outside.  She’s been cutting me a lot of slack.  For example, today I went upstairs at top speed and found a shoe box full of wadded-up tissue paper.  I took that out and shredded it in no time flat.  Mom said, “Maggie!” and cleaned it up, but I think she understands that I’d really rather be outside, chasing the sticks and chewing them up, too.  After all, there’s constructive chewing and destructive chewing.  I’d rather be doing the former but I’m getting so stir crazy, I’ll take what I can get.

(yawn) Time to go back to sleep!  Stay dry, everybody!

Love, Maggie