PIt social and Uh-huh

I don't know where my life goes. When rain comes like today, I feel philosophical.
Jeehey filps my ears, drags my tail and gives me rasberries. Her behavior makes me wonder the core of life.

Sometimes, she gives me tender kisses, soft touch and gentle eye contact.
I let her rub my belly.

Life is a mystery box. Even with my beauty and brain power, it's hard to know.
Such is a life.

Few days ago, I went to a social meeting, where all the pit comes together so as to vanish negative social stereotypes of my kind. The eight pits came along with their plus one or two. But I was the most handsome dog with perfect body ratio. Oh, so proud.

I was so super excited that my chocker collar almost killed me.
Damn you, Cisco and Jeehey (how could you...)
I saw other three red nose pits. But no one did not have a perfect mask like mine. So, I decided that I am the boss.
Naturally, I wanted to express my opinion, getting up close.
Jeehey and Cisco got so tense,pulling me back and yelling.
What about the promise of social and play time?
I could not see the point of the meeting, if they keep behaving like that.
They tried to pull me back so hard that I started to chock to death.
It was not fun at all. It was a Psychological war fare.
There were much pulling and struggling.
And I am telling you my treat was the worst.
Every other dog were having chopped hot dog bits, while mine was healthy baked goods, shaped like green peas, carrots and apples. Boo hoo. Boo hoo.
I expect better next time.

Wondering paw,
Quemul

Dreaming of Pitbull-pia

Quemul's Song

Me, posing with my Min Sancho (every hero needs sidekick, right?)

 

I am Quemul. lalala~la

look like a cow,

snort like a pig,

clean like a cat, 

I am Quemul lalala~la

sigh like a human

dance like a seal

purr like a cat 

I am Quemul of the Crenshaw, lalala~la

As brave as Don Quixote of La Mancha (Chorus: You protected the house against tornadoes and storms) 

As beautiful as Marilyn Monroe (Chorus: the same beauty mark)

Who would not admire me!!

Poetic Paw,

Quemul 

Quemul's mind

Me, deep  in though/ deep in frown 

Sometimes I wonder about my life,
especially when I am left all alone to guard the house.
The spring makes my doggie mind very happy but makes my mind wonder, too.
I listen to birds singing and their chattering, until Jeehey pulls me away, saying Heel.
Sometimes, I want to yell at her, saying Heel.
Actually, there are many many things I want to do to her.
But one with more muscle and kind mind needs to be more accommodating.
Oh....Gosh, it's hard.

I was talking about my philosophic mind, then sidetracked due to the image of problematic Jeehey.

While I was cleaning my paw and my very toned body, I also thought about my good times: the ride to Charleston and the party where everybody adored every inch of my pit body.
Oh...so beautiful, they said.

Spring, Spring, I love Spring. I get a new coat, too.
My old self goes away, shedding my old fur.
It's like promising renewed/enhanced myself.

Life is still beautiful, more beautiful when a year goes and comes.

Philosopher paw,
Quemul

Poop and Me

I stepped into my own poop. I tried to behave as normal as possible. 

I thought about shaking it out at once, 
before Jeehey saw me and my poop on my paw. 

My own poop. Such a disgrace. I would never tell other doggie friends. 

That will surely bring shame to one with such a status as me.

But by no means, don't get me wrong. I love poops.They are so versatile. 

I use poops to disguise myself : 
Deer poop, which is also my top notch doggie snack, and bird poop. 

Liquid bird poops are the best to conceal my own sent, 
which will help me to be a better hunter/protector.

But mere Jeehey never understands this underlying cause, 
putting me into the punishment of doggie bath if she notices 
(which, if I applied the poop correctly, is inevitable) 
It happened every time.

To escape another bath time, I decided to carry myself as if nothing had happened.

I thought my trick worked so marvelously, until we got home.

She put me outside. Then ordered Cisco to carry me upstaris.

Oh...no...another bath.

Paw against bath,

Quemul

Shedding season of Quemul

I thought it was going to be a fine day. 

Jeehey was kind and caring, giving me two satisfactory walks.

One on the Subdivision walk and another on Quemul Doggie Park. 

Spring was in the air. The flowers and the birds. I love everything about Spring.

I sniffed flowers and listened to the song of birds. This afternoon, I saw five of them gang fighting, making nervous/fast bird sound. I think they need more spring spirit like me. 

I enjoy grass in the spring. 
They taste fresh and so soft. There is something about it. 

While I was running and playing catch with Jeehey, I managed to taste this spring delicacy from time to time. 

Everything was so beautiful. Then I threw up. 

It was beautiful yellow vomit. What a spring color, I thought!!

Even though my vomit was beautiful. Jeehey did not seem impressed. 

We came home, taking a rest. Sat side by side. 

She stoked me and I was purring. 

During Spring, I lose my hair a lot, which I don't mind at all.
I have a thousand of them!!

When I was small, I wish I could have some hair around my nose. 

But my mom told me my red nose with almost no hair was the symbol of greatness.

From that day on, I became a proud pit with red nose. 

  

Jeehey does not know how clean I am. Me and my cleaning self.

Going back to Jeehey, she said 'you, shedding dog' AND she threatened me that she should have shaved me and should have gotten standard French poodle. 

It's always the same repetoire. 


Whenever she cleans the house or vacuums the floor, she always says the same thing. I don't care, I told her. She had to spoil my perfectly good day. But I don't care. Spring came to me. 

Happy paw for Spring, 

Quemul

Cisco's uprising

It was another hard day. Cisco tricked me into the doggie bath the other day.
Then yesterday he came home and started to talk with Jeehey about Me and my triumphal ways. 

His friend told him pit bulls have big heads, that come with big will. 
Hence, there is a 'special' way to train them.
I wanted to shout 'how about Jeehey? She has a big head, too!!'

Cisco started to reseach my breed (again) I thought that phase is gone (already)
I have to accomodate their new ways to handle me, for a while.
I guess I can play along (with Napoleon Dynamite's long sigh) 

After careful consideration, he deployed one new stupid tactic, which made my pit bull heart angry.

Me and my couch. 
That shameless Cisco denied my solemn right on a couch, where I spend most of my time/life. To be able to enjoy my couch (again), I have to sit first, when asked, to show my submissiveness. Cisco explained to me that it is to teach me how is the boss. 
Fool. I am the boss. 

I refused it with my dignity. Cisco yelled at me, shouting 'sit'
I ignored him. Then he smacked my bum.
That shocked my doggie soul. I thought Cisco was a gentle soul. 

I brought me and my sulky bum upstairs and stayed there. 
Jeehey's bothersome behaviors (blowing my ear, cleaning my ear and making me clappping fast with my paws)did not look bad at all, at that moment, considering Cisoc's uprising. 

Me, tasting the bitter side of  life

Cisco came upstairs later, to say sorry and rub my belly, which felt good.


I will show them who is the boss. 
Coming soon.


Plotting paw,

Quemul

Bath is overrated.

I had a bath yesterday. Cisco tricked me. I thought I was going to have a good time with him.
But Oh..no...it was the bath that waited for me. Doggie life is hard.

Paws for all the oppressed,
Quemul