November 22, 2010

Well I had to include this handsome picture of my brother Lincoln in my post today!   He just got a bath and is playing at the park.  

My boy likes the beach and often we ride down to the beach and hang out on the rocks!   I ride in the basket and usually dress to go out.  I get cold, especially riding on the bike and hey, I'm a stylish dude too!  Check out my polka dots!

Lincoln and I both love to dig in the sand, and we both get pretty excited about it.  Hey Lincoln back off!  This is my hole!

There is nothing I like better in the whole wide world than to take a nap in a cozy spot in the house.   As close to one of my people as I can get if they are sitting or laying down.

Lincoln loves a good nap too!  

Part II

Okay so let me finish my story........we left off with me and Older Boy bonding a little through the fence at the pound.  He wanted to visit with me up close so the attendants put me in a little enclosed area so that Older Boy and Mom could visit a little and decide if I might be the dog for them.   The visit went well!   Older Boy was telling mom how much he liked me and that he really, really wanted me.   It felt so good to hear those words!  He told Mom that he would take me everywhere with him and pick up after me, feed me, everything.  Mom seemed a little skeptical and kept telling him she never wanted to pick up poop.   Then she said he had to call and ask Dad.   So they called right then and there.   He and Mom talked a little while while Older Boy held me and petted me.  He kept tell me how cool I was, what a tough  looking little dog I was.   He told me right then that he was going to call me "Spike".   That was okay with me, he could call me anything he wanted to if he would take me home!  I was ready to get out of the pound and never go back!  Mom got off the phone and told Older Boy that he could have me and that he had to promise he would.   He promised.    Well to  make a long story a little shorter, Older Boy was as good as his word........for a few days.    He let me sleep in his room and he fed me and took me to the vet.   He did pick up after me.    He took me with him in the car.   But after the third day he left home without me!  I was heartbroken!   He said he was going to take me everywhere and that I would be his buddy.   But he chained me up in the backyard and left.  He said he would be back in a little while.  Well, it got later and later, and no Older Boy.   Mom came into the backyard and said, "You poor little guy!  I was afraid this might happen!  She unchained me and brought me in with her.   I heard her later telling Dad that if I was left alone too much I would have to go.  She didn't have time to play with me and take care of me like I needed.  Either did Dad.    I was so sad, I thought I had found my forever home and it wasn't looking too good.  Well Older Boy took me with him less and less.   I started to feel like he thought I was a little bit of a nuisance because I needed so much.     But things were about to change.   One day Older Boy was in a hurry to leave and he hadn't picked up poop.  I heard him trying to get Middle Boy to do it for him.   "Please Middle Boy, just this once.   I have somewhere to go and I don't have time".    Middle Boy said,  " I don't think you really want him that much after all do you?    Older Boy told him that well, yes he had really wanted me but didn't realize just how much time it would take to clean up after me and feed me, walk me.   He said there were alot of places he couldn't take me.    Middle Boy told him that he would pick up after me for him IF he would give me to him.   Older Boy seemed a little sad but I think he was relieved too.   Taking care of a pet really is a big job and one that people really need to think about.   Too many of us animals  wind up at the pound because we were cute and people thought they wanted us but didn't realize how much responsibility there is in caring for a living thing.  Or maybe they didn't do any research into the breed they decided on to see if we need any special care.   Or if we have any type of personalities that they might not be able to deal with.   Anyway, from that day forward I belonged to Middle Boy.   He had alot more time for me.  Everyone has gotten used to me, I got along just fine with the kitty, Dot.   After I'd been there a few months we got another kitty, Moose.   Moose was a baby and we all loved him!  That was a couple of years ago now, and this summer we added Lincoln, the Border Collie/ Chow mix to the family.   He and I became fast friends.   He's a pretty nice guy even if he is a little crazy when it comes to Tennis Balls!!

Welcome to my blog!

My name is Spike.   I have a few other pet names I've been given and I'll answer to any of them  if you have food or treats!   Spikerelda (when I'm feeling my feminine side), Min, MinPin, Minnie, Minnie Pinnie and probably a few I have chosen to forget missed.    Don't you just love People?   They take great pains to name you and then call you a million other names and want you to keep up!   Anyway, I'll tell you a little bit about my story.    Unfortunately I don't know it all.   I either have amnesia or selective memory.  Whatever.   I don't want to talk about what happened to me before I met my now family other than to say I wound up at the pound.  Or "Animal Shelter" if you will.   Very P.C., but me and my buddies who wound up there just called it the pound.    The people there were good to us and really tried to help.  Their hearts are really in the right place.   But there are just so many of us.  You know, dogs and cats that have been abandoned, left behind in a move, some of us who just got out and got lost.  Those lucky ones who get lost usually are found by their families who are heartbroken when they realize we are missing and actually put up signs and check the pound everyday to see if we turned up.   I must have been abandoned because no one came looking for me.    But one day, an Older Boy and his mom came to "just look" at the animal shelter.   I could see them through the fence walking around, stopping at the different cages.   They looked nice, but you never know for sure.   I kept my eye on them as they visited with the other dogs and tried to listen in on their conversation.  You can tell alot from what they say to each other, you know.   It was a good sign that they were pretty interested in all the dogs, they didn't seem to have a particular type.   "Mom" was interested in a pretty, sweet Rotweiler named Sassy who kept pressing against the cage and begging to be petted.   I figured they wouldn't be interested in me after all because Sassy was a pretty big dog, and well, I'm a MINIATURE pinscher.   But as much as they seemed to like Sassy, they did keep commenting on how BIG Sassy was.   I thought quickly.  Tried to assess the situation.    Other than size, Sassy and I had alot in common, we're both black with rust colored markings, kind of "cool" dogs if you know what I mean.  Not Labrador types or pouffy pretty dogs or "so ugly their cute" dogs but cool, kinda tough looking dogs.  Yeah, that's me and the Rots and the Pits and the Pinschers!   Older Boy had a cool tat and an Ozzy t-shirt on, I thought if  I could just pull of the cool dog act  I thought I might have a chance with him.  When Older Boy walked by me I took my chance and jumped up and yapped a little.   Just enough to get his attention but not enough to make him think I was a "yappy little dog", you have to be careful, you know.   Don't want to give the wrong impression right off the bat.   He stopped and looked right at me.   He had big brown eyes and a nice looking face.   He tried to pet me through the chain link but wound up poking me in the eye with his finger.    I don't think he noticed and I tried to play it cool............(stay tuned in for the rest of my story!)