I’M KARMA!!!! Me an Dad were watching the 1st Batman movie and I thought that when a guy asked him who he was while he held him over the edge of the building he said “I’m Batman”. It sounded great, so---I’M KARMA!!!!
Mom & Dad saw me on a web site at a dog rescue place. Because I was looking cute in the snow they thought that I would be perfect for them and about the right size. (10 lbs at the time of the picture.) They were told that I was eager to please and was smart. (Which, I am).
First – about me (And it is all about me-me-me)- - - I am Papillion and Mini Australian Shepherd and the only reason I am still alive is that I am really cute. I had a bad first 7 years of life. I have had 2 homes and the last people gave me back to the pound saying that I was too active. So--------my bad behavior is not my fault. (I’m innocent you can’t prove a thing).
I keep hearing about the “Perfect Kismet” – I guess she was the “OD” (other dog) that was here before me. Well I’m not her ”I’M KARMA!” – in fact a friend of Mom and Dad calls me the Anti-Kismet – Mom keeps looking for those 666 numbers on my forehead. Should I be worried? Since I don’t know what that means.
When Mom & Dad came to get me--I really sucked them in. I let Dad take me for a walk and look at my paw (had a thorn in it-they thought). I looked small and pathetic (remember 10 lbs) and just quivered all the way to my new home. All that ended when I got to our house (I mean my house). First—I still had something wrong with my paw and Dad tried to look at it again and I bit him. I’m telling you this really confused Dad. Craig came over to see me (he is a good friend of Mom & Dad). Starting with him, I nipped and growled at him- - - haven’t slowed down yet. I find that when I lower my ears, look away and then show my teeth (which Dad says are crooked) that most people understand and just walk away and don’t try to touch me – others—say--dogs love me and I get along with dogs. (That’s when I growl and snap at them). That makes a bit of a problem for Dad and Mom at the shows since I’m so cute everyone wants to pet me – I am not that kind of girl—no one touches me except Mom & Dad and sometimes I won’t let them.
I have been almost everywhere you can drive and will start giving show reports from time to time when I feel like it. I only do what I want to do-according to Dad I’m un-trainable.
I also have my own website where I am selling the good stuff (not those stupid old things). It is www.classypup.com and I am searching everywhere for great pet products to put on it and sell, so I can go back to the Caesar Dog food that Mom and Dad say they can’t afford. I just need to get Dad off his rear-end put more stuff on.
More later
Karma
