HOLD ME BACK ! I don’t like People.

I don’t like and SAY NO TO DRUGS; and I have one

mean right hook that makes contact every time.

I am The Boxer ~ dumb huuuumans!

The Dame holding me, wouldn’t take me at first when I

was dumped off at The Village on February 2nd, 2006. Word had it

she had just lost her first Am Staff love, Daytona – That’s her to the right

. . .Yeah, I would’ve Strolled with her . . . long black muscular legs with those White Tipped Slippers . . . Yeeeaaaah, Babe, You could check me anytime ~ I’ll be Your Baby’s Daddy. . . .

Word also had it she a Pin Up Poster Girl in 2005 – that was before my time. Older women are so refined . . .she could PIN ME UP any time with those long black sexy legs . . . . ah, I gotta go pee on something now , , , , , aaaaahhhhh

As I was saying, I was only a wee-fry when I was dumped off at the Village. Daytona was the hot mamma to meet. It never happened. She went to Rainbow Bridge to play forever. The Dame’s other home girl, De Kota, took the passing real hard. While I was still young and lovable, I would have to snap her out of it – De Kota stopped

eating, wouldn’t come outta bed . . .so ME with my cute badass-self, would get up in her face, on her bed, and do whatever it took, including eating her food and drinking her water, just to get to her to do something – move, bark, chase me. Those were the only times, I was allowed off my chain. De Kota finally started to come out of her shell sometime after Mothers Day. When she would go for walks, The Dame would always bring her over to me; I was so ashamed of my living conditions.

Nobody ever took me for a walk or let me hang with the other homies. My chain would get

twisted up making it short then I would be sitting,

standing and sleeping in

my own poo and pee – I was better than that. Bad

people would come up on

me at night throwing bottles, hitting me with sticks and the kids in the day time would ride their mini-bikes, scooters, and skate boards at me, at the fence when I was trying to sleep and cars would sit idling making me sick – that’s how I learned not to like people. My dog food was put in a use laundry bucket which kept me sick all the time, and, I had intestinal parasites that kept eating my food too – I had a hard time keeping weight on. So, I started raisin’ a little hell every time I saw my homies. Then the Administration told, my then family, that they would either have to make me be quite or get rid of me – so they bought a muzzle and an Anti-bark shock collar. Sometimes I would have to wear them 30-days at a times both at the same time making it hard for me to drink water and eat food. When I had these “training” devices on me, the kids at the Village would throw fire crackers at me, kick their skate boards and hit me with sticks. They just didn’t get it. I was a happy little 3 month old puppy when I was dumped off and now I am a dog that nobody wants that hates crack heads, heroin addicts, and obnoxious drunks.

Then everything started to change – people were leaving and the family I lived moved leaving me alone with this Dame I barely knew. That was around June-July. Even the Dames’ igloo changed – there was no furniture except a table, her computer, and bed roll.

What was going on ?

Even my world was changing really fast and I didn’t know if I liked it;

although, that first bath the Dame gave me – let’s just say I never had a rub down like that . . . yeah babe !

First night with The Dame and De Kota, I wasn’t wearing a chain and clean – this was different and kinda scary – Was this the way I was suppose to feel; Is this the way its going to be all the time – shake it off dog, you’re an Am Staff the stuff Boxers are made of. . .

I slept by the door because I thought that is what I was supposed to do. Man, was I in for a surprise the next day.

The next day The Dame took me on six walks for 30 minutes at a time . . . What was she trying to do scare me to death with everything out there or wear the tread off my paws. . . . trucks, cars, noise, bags flying in the air, and whassss up with all those huuuumans smells – I thought they had porcelain bowls to sit on, what’s that chunky yellowish brown stuff and those tarry marks on the walls, trees, grass, walls, corners, doors for people to come out of so I can attack them ! YEAH ! . . . HEY DAME stop PICKING UP MY POO ! I am tagging MY TURF ! o well, guess I can come back and tag again.

WELL, I am going to teach her a lesson when the lights go out tonight; I’ll show her that I can take her out anytime I want for scaring the hell outta me giving me crash course in the “real world”.