Taking On Goliath

So right about the time I have my new owners convinced that I am a sweet, well-adjusted, socially adapted pet, I threw them a curve ball. We were out playing basketball (I love basketball! Frankly, there is no other ball game that compares. The strategy, the energy, the fantastic fouling....) where was I? Oh, yes, out in the driveway, playing basketball. I was not on a leash--duh, in my own yard, right?! Out of nowhere comes a mild-mannered lady and a not-so-well-mannered boxer. It's not that he behaved brutishly towards anyone, it's just that I could FEEL his capability of doing so. And it irked me. So, I took him on, much to Miss Belle's horror. But I had to protect my girl, right? So I threw myself, literally, into the fray. I didn't stop to think about how unmatched of competitors we were. I just went for it.

I would like to claim victory, and you know, I'm pretty sure I had a chance, but I was pulled off of that stupid boxer by two hysterical females. They were upset that the boxer was triple my weight. So?!! I don't think you should consider the odds when there is a fight to fight. Heroes are not made from people who take on only beatable odds. Heroes are the ones who win in spite of the odds.

Yeah, I got bit, and it hurt. But I went in for more. I wish I could have proven myself, beaten the odds, become the hero. Trust me--I'm watching and waiting for my next opportunity....which might explain the leash....

Pampered....

Every girl likes to be pampered. Yes, I'm a girl, regardless of the ridiculous moniker bestowed upon me prior to this home. Brady? As in Tom Brady, the quarterback? Or the Brady Bunch? At twenty pounds, I am a far cry from a "bunch". It's not a feminine name. Not that I suffer from overt feminity, but still, a little TLC is always a good thing. So today I had a wash, a nail job, and a summer haircut. I look goooood, too. It's always great to know that for one day, at least, you look really good. Every gal has a good hair day now and then, just not often enough. Today is a good hair day. That makes it a good day, period.

So that is my word of wisdom for you. Every girl needs a summer pick-me-up. Highlights, a new cut, or a lovely spa pedicure (that is human specific advice--don't even get me started on the preposterous and ridiculous painting of dog's nails...it's makes us look like we recently disembowled a smaller animal). If you are one of the many currently financially challenged, get creative! Part your hair on the opposite side. It adds volume and sometimes shock value. Or pick up a $2 bottle of Pompous Purple polish and give your nails some unexpected zip.

I have so much more to tell you. I've had a brawl with a neighborhood brute, and some absolutely delicious car rides, but those will have to wait. It's amazing how exhausting a day of beauty can be. Not to mention my new intoxicating habit of waking my owners at 5:45 on a summer morning....so it's off to bed for me.

Beginnings and then some...

New beginnings. That is one of the best things about life. You see, you get up and every morning is a new day. You don't know what it's going to bring, but you always hope for the best. That is, if you're a dog. If you're human, well, you might hope for the best, but you generally prepare for the worst. Can you really be prepared for the worst? You may think you are, but when it happens, you realize you probably weren't as prepared as you might have liked. So from a dog's perspective, we just look for the best, and handle the rest as it comes.

I know whereof I speak. Sitting here now in front of my computer, in air-conditioned comfort, I have come quite a distance in the last week. You see, one morning I got up, tail wagging, and set out to look for the best the day had to offer. Unfortunately, the best it offered was getting dropped off at the local humane society by my previous owners. Things had been going downhill, I admit. I was looking bedraggled, and food was a bit scarce, but still, I had a home. Then in a blink of an eye, I was dropped off like an extraneous bit of flotsam, and left in a strange place with strange dogs. For me, that was almost the worst that could happen.

But life takes turns, and good comes out of bad, and here I sit. I admit I was pretty down the day my new family rescued me. They almost missed me, hiding in a corner as I was. I learned a valuable lesson from that. I almost gave up hope, and in doing so, risked everything. I have a home, good food (only the best for me, I am told), and all the accouterments that a dog could ask for. Most importantly, I am pretty much adored. And when it comes down to it, to the bare bones as it were (and I am terribly fond of bare bones), what more do we need? Family, home, food...a place to rest our heads in safety.

But that's just a dogs view.