I was born in mid fall of 2005. I had lots of brothers and sisters but they didn’t look like me – they were sooo gray compared to me.

I had a nice shiny silvery light bronze coat and light emerald green eyes. I later came to find out, that those aliens, The Humans, called my coat color Fawn. . . They said I was a Blue Fawn

As we started to get older, my brothers and sisters were being taken away by The Humans. . .what were these Humans doing with my bro’s and sis’s. . .having them for dinner, making wall hangings or rugs . . . then my day came on December 25th 2005

This tall lean dame reached down and grabbed me up. . . my feet weren’t on the ground . . . I was flying. . . then I heard her heart beat . . . it reminded me of my mom’s when I was just a little silver pee-fry, fighting and squirming to get to momma – but this wasn’t like my momma at all – this was a hot-momma . . . she was my Queen . . . I was in luv . . . I fell sound asleep only to wake in this place that had all kinds of rooms that I hadn’t ever seen before. . . I was alone . . . where was my family . . . I kinda started to dig this place.

It wasn’t too long after landing in my new pad, that I noticed this other Human dude started to muscle in on me and my dame, whatev, I’ll deal with that Human later; I’ll pee in his shoes, leave runny poos, wipe my butt and leave butt juices on his cloths when he leaves them on the floor . . . that’ll teach him. Humans have just got to learn their limitation – She was my Dame, my woman, my Queen. She gave me a nice soft warm bed; I didn’t have to fight for food; I get picked up, held, get lots of loves, play time without my brothers and sisters hoggin’ the action. Yeap, I was growing up into a good life . . . I hope my brothers and sisters have the same good life I was having.

One day in March 2006 everything changed. A bunch of Humans came over to my pad – it was my Queen’s mom and dad; it was something about a restriction – I wonder if the restriction had to do that Human Dude . . ., two’s company three is a crowd, . . . I sure hope that Human Dude was the restriction. What a drag . . . The problem was I getting too big – I didn’t see a problem, I was a happy growing baby boy.

The two choices boiled down to either I go or the Dame with that Human dude would have to move out . . ., the choice was made, I had to go. I felt so rejected. The Dame’s dad took one look and the problem was resolved – out to the Van we went. As I was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at things passing me by, I was wondering HOW easy it was going to be teaching this Human, NEW Human tricks. . . .finally we arrived.

My second home had a fenced yard . . . O BOY ! . . . I have the best of both worlds – having a huge bed in the house AND I can be outside without being on a lease, sunbathe, mark my turf, scratch – and here I thought I had a good life before. . .

My new Human’s name was Big P and he was a “BIG P”-erson standing at 6’10, kinda quite, soft spoken, doesn’t get riled up too easy. . .he really loved me. He bought me a Black Leather Studded Collar; made sure I was clean and didn’t have bugs. Big P taught me commands, let me go to Good Citizenship finishing school and every Sunday was an Exposition – I would get to see other people teaching Humans new Tricks. We did everything together.

. . . I had papers

. . . I was refined

. . . I was low-jacked

. . . I had a family lineage

. . . I got my shots from a Human, Dogman,

. . . but most importantly, I was a personal support companion for Big P

– that was my service, that was my job.

Big P has disabilities; he told me what they all were, Big P would tell me things. We went everywhere together – I was the ONLY Passenger when we rolled. Big P

gave me a Van, a truck and a Mercedes Benz . . . I loved all my rides and I always felt Pimped Out in MY Ride sitting next to Big P.

After a while, I was beginning to wonder if the rest of my life was going to be filled with all these Humans; Big P had a large family group. . . . In the early spring of 2007 while I was chillin’ outside with the Humans . . . here comes this white dame with one of my people –

Let’s just hold up here – this person, Boxer, is sitting down ON MY TURF ! IN FRONT OF MY DAD!

AND ! has the nerve to look at me.

Well, I tell you, I gave it my best: squirreled my eyes,

kicked up some dirt and gave a deep belly growl – nothing.

Boxer didn’t flinch or bark back.

Wassup with this Dude . . . Then he got up, started to walk in circles . . . DUDE! DON’T GO THERE . . . hiked his leg on my bush – ah, HELL TO THE NO ! THIS AINT HAPPENIN’ I ran over hiked over his spot thinking this would end the discussion but this KAT was unreal — the nerve – he turned right around and trumped my hike then sat down and looked at me. . .

I had to back up, sit down, and re-think Boxer – I heard Boxer doesn’t like people and that he has this reverse aggression thing going on. . . I wonder if that’s anything like a split-personality . . . whatever, I liked Boxer, he was my first friend . . . Boxer said he was gonna introduce me to his sexy momma, Mz De Kota – he told me she had thick silky hair a long fluffy foo-foo and had wide grabbing hips to die for; she knew HOW to strut her stuff. Boxer said she was a Downtown Dog Rescue calendar Pin Up for 3 years; she was real sassy and whipped his but a few times . . . I found that hard to believe – then I met her – she charged at ME IN MY OWN YARD and then wanted to kiss . . .

Later that year, Boxer told me about being low-jacked – being given a special number – said he has one – good thing too cuz he’s a runner – I sat outside a couple of times watching Boxer teaching his Human, new human tricks – the main trick:

She never learned that trick. Other Humans would come running out of their homes to watch these historic neighborhood events. Big P thought it was funny too – we’d both be sitting on the porch watching . . . it was great when Boxer would make a prison break . . . that’s when I found out HOW many other homies were around, they would all be cheering Boxer – I guess they were the underground type cuz they never came and visited. Boxer could command the attention of the whole street – at least 35 – 40 houses . . . Boxer aint no joke, but I guess that WHY me and him was buds…

On my second birthday, I got my permanent number from Boxer’s Human and the Downtown Dog Rescue Human – I got all kinds of Christmas Presents: food, sausages, kibble, chewies. It wasn’t too long after getting my number, I found out about having my butt kicked by a spicy hot momma.

Big P felt I had come of age and hooked me up with my first “date”. She knew I was green and had never been out un-chaperoned. Nobody told me she was a dominatrix . . . now this BABE, she got me twisted . . . spent my life savings and then some for 3 weeks I couldn’t get enough. . . my throat was tight . . . I couldn’t breath. . . I knew I was down in deep . . . I was addicted to love . . . It was such a sight. Couple of weeks later after the torrent love marks were starting to heal, new markings surfaced . . . I was a proud Poppa – two looked like me and the rest that common gray color . . . what’s up with that anyway.

Rolling through my third year (2008), Boxer and I had fun chasing each and seeing who could hike the highest, longest, and furtherest. Some times Mz De Kota would come down and visit and watch us trying to get her affections. Sometimes Boxer and I would meet up on the street – he’d be walking and I’d be rolling wind rushing over my face. . .

Boxer and I was visiting one day, he told me Mz. De Kota was slowing down and then told me that his Human brought this other person into his yard – 88th Street Buddy – been on the streets for almost 3 years, that his Human had the nerve to build a house and hook him up behind the bedroom. Boxer said he taught his Human, a new trick – Clean up 35 feet of pee signatures all over the bedroom floor. . . I would suppose he told her.

Two weeks later, on June 28th was picture day . . .I was auditioning for Downtown Dog Rescues’ 2009 Calendar. . .that’s me With Boxer’s Human . . . so this is Boxer’s Pad . . . Nice, pad Boxer – I left notice of being here – right over there on that bush. . . Kinda wish Big P was here . . . wow this is so exciting . . . I had never had my picture taken by a professional – I would recommend Doug Hill any day . . .

Spring of 2009 Boxer lost his first love, Mz. De Kota had passed away. Poor kid they had been together close to three years, he really missed her; even 88th Street Buddy felt the loss – he told me in passing that he was entrusted to be Boxer’s friend and watch over him. Boxer said she still had it in her, even at the tender young age of 14 but her body was given out.

Boxer’s Human, over the summer of 2009 tried introducing 88th Street Buddy, thinking that with Buddy being mellow like Mz. De Kota, everything would go well. Buddy wasn’t having it. Later that year, right after Thanksgiving, my homey Boxer blew out his leg; didn’t know anything about it until he come dragging his Human down to my house after a rain 3 days after having surgery wearing this thing around his neck. He tried hiking, he was a left legger, couldn’t do it. . .I was impressed with the stitches in his leg. . .Yeah, me and Boxer was tight.

Boxer gave me the best 4th year Birthday present – he showed me HOW stupid Humans can be – I fell out on the floor. Boxer comes rolling down my house the day he got his stitches out – December 23rd – he was so excited about his stitches being removed. His Human was doing laundry. The big gate to the property was open and the little gate to Boxer’s and Buddy’s house was open. There was a Human discussion, forgetting that the gates were open, Boxer’s Human opened the back door – Buddy goes in the back yard and Boxer makes a run for it – here he is down at my place in a flash. The Game is on – Class is in session – Time to Keep Score: Boxer 1 Human 0. . .Ah Man this is even better — Tag Team’em – both Buddy and Boxer are on the playing field (Boxer/Buddy 3 Humans 0). Ten Minutes later Boxer is caught by his younger Human . . . this is where everything falls out . . . Both Humans were in the middle of the yard. Boxer’s Human is really reading the riot act to the younger Human and then he lets Boxer go – out the gate and onto the playing field AGAIN . . . . BOXER gets double points: Boxer/Buddy 6 Humans 1. Well after about another 10 minutes the Humans managed to get Boxer in the yard AND close the gate . . . . It’s gonna be interesting watching Boxer and Buddy’s life from up here at Rainbow Bridge.

Spring of 2010 was rainy so Big P and me did a lot of rolling in the Benz-o and the Suburban. Boxer and I hooked up a few times and left notice when I wasn’t out. When I get out steppin’ ’bout I leave notice on the pole in front of Boxer crip. Everything was kool when the rain stopped. By now after being with Big P for a little of three years, I realized he had large Human Family – 20 or so Humans would show up on the weekend . . . .

On April 7th 2010 we was all chilling, sacked out sleeping in the den right of the kitchen. Human Family was outside chilling, talking about school, work, rehab and whatever Humans talk about. The gate to the yard was closed, the front security screen door was closed but not locked . . . we all felt safe – I was sacked out on the floor . . . we had just finished eating and sound asleep when about 4:20pm