“The most notable of these dogs is Stubby, the most decorated dog in American military history. Stubby was a stray dog that wandered into the U.S. encampment of the WWI 102nd Infantry. He befriended the soldiers and was sent out to France. Stubby served to brighten the men’s spirits while they battled in the trenches. He warned the troop of gas bombs and German attacks in the middle of the night. Stubby once found a hiding German spy and bit him in his pants until U.S. soldiers came to capture him. At one point, Stubby got too close to a grenade and his front leg was injured, later he was gassed.

After he returned home, he became a celebrity and was made a lifetime member of the American Legion, where he took part in every parade and every convention until his death in 1926. Stubby met Presidents Wilson, Harding and Coolidge. He received a special golden hero dog medal created by the Humane Education Society (later the Humane Society) that was attached to his jacket, sewn by ladies of the rescued town, Chateau Thierry. Other medals he received include the Purple Heart, a New Haven WWI Veterans Medal, 3 Services Stripes and many more.

An interesting side note, some people credit Stubby with creating the halftime show at football games. When his master attended Georgetown University to study law, the pup became the football team’s mascot. Between the two halves, he would play with a football on the field to entertain the crowd.”

Go Stubby! Another historical dog to look up to!

The crazy bitch down the street (I’m not being insulting, she’s crazy and she is indeed a bitch) still stalks me. God, you sniff a chicks’ butt ONCE and they think you’re married. I just play dead whenever I see her now. I don’t think she falls for it though.

In general, there are lots of goings on now that the weather is warmer. With my badge back on my collar, I’ve reinstated myself as Town Sheriff/Mayor and therefore have to sit on the back of the couch and watch out the front window to keep an eye on things.

I’ve also been running around the backyard a lot more, and getting more exercise. Did I mention my doctor told me I was slightly overweight? Yeah. I was miffed to say the least. I was NOT overweight. I am big boned. I’m part Staffordshire Bull Terrier, for Milkbones’ sake. Have you seen a Staffie lately? They’re like brick walls! Humph. Overweight. Although I’m also part Lab, and they tell me Labs can lean towards being on the heavy side because they like to eat. *sigh* Anyway.. people have been telling me I’ve lost weight, so hopefully I have. I’ve also been eating diet dry food, by Nutro. It’s pretty good actually. And mom & dad still mix some Halo Spot’s Stew in with it so I’m happy.

That’s about it for now… I’ll be back soon, loyal readers.

We got hit with a really bad wind/rainstorm this past weekend. Everyone was saying it was like a hurricane. I dunno what the heck that means, all I know is it was way too windy to even pee! Usually, I love being outside. Even in blizzards. But this was not fun. I ran right back inside after I did what I had to do… it’s no fun to be hanging around outside with your eyes squinted so the rain/blowing leaves doesn’t get in them, getting soaking wet. Bleh.

I am really looking forward to warmer weather… and the dog park!! And hopefully, giving you guys more stuff to read here.

My Aunt Yoyo made my blog her Web Crawler Wednesday site of the week! How exciting. I’m a newbie to the blogging world and I’m already getting all kinds of attention.

Go check out her blog and then buy some stuff from her webstore- she sells awesome stuff!

Psst.. you can’t buy a blanket like mine. Sorry. If you really want one though, contact her and ask… I’m sure she’ll make you one too *wink*

My most favorite toy, my oldest friend, my beloved Kong was taken away.

Well, actually, all three of my Kongs were taken away.

Apparently, you’re not supposed to rip pieces of the rubber off. Unfortunately, if you stuff it with treats, and I can’t get them out by tossing it around, I’m going to chew them out. That’s just common sense.

And that means that dad confiscated my two Kongs. I can smell them in the garbage can. I cried and howled for them, but he told me I couldn’t have it anymore. Then he left, and came home with a brand new one!

OH MY GOD I was so EXCITED. He opened the package, I could smell it!! It was alllll mine and brand new and I could chew it and throw it and it’ll bounce and OH MY GOD I LOVE KONGS. So my dad stuffed it with treats. And I played with it. And nothing came out. So I took it into my bed and layed down and started to rip off the rubber to make the hole bigger, so the treats come out. Duh.

And dad yelled “NO!” and ran over and took it away again. When he took it back to the store, the manager asked him what kind of dog he had, and insinuated that I was a monster of some sort because these things are supposed to be the strongest toys ever. Hmph.

I have a feeling there’ll be no more Kongs for me, since these were the black Extreme Kongs, and they don’t make any stronger ones. And now that I’ve “learned to destroy” them, I can’t have them anymore.

Poop.

Not only that, but a brand new rope chew toy that dad bought me was taken away too. I guess you’re not supposed to tear the rope?

In short… there are now even fewer toys I can have! Damn. Sometimes it sucks being an awesomely strong, incredibly handsome dog. Indestructible my paw, Kong people!

…to spring.

It’s what’s for breakfast. And lunch. And dinner.

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Happy New Year! Since it was my first real New Year’s celebration last night, I learned a lot, like how funny it is when humans drink champagne, who Dick Clark is, and all about resolutions and what people do when there’s a new year.  Dogs don’t really do much of anything when there’s a new year. But humans are way into this stuff. Apparently, they make different “rules” for themselves, like “I’ll lose ten pounds by March” or “I’ll stop smoking,” and they call these things resolutions. And they also sometimes make lists of things they want to change in the coming year, and ways they can help make that change. I still don’t get the big deal about a ball falling in the middle of Times Square, but I guess you’ve gotta be a human to get that. Like what’s the big deal about Oprah or Hershey’s chocolate? I’m not allowed to have chocolate, it can make me sick. All dogs, actually. It can kill us. But I really don’t see the big deal anyway. I’d prefer a Greenie, thanks. And I’m sure Oprah is very nice… but what’s the obsession? You just have to be human to get it.

So I wanted to make a list of things I wanted to help change in the coming year. I’m just one dog, and I don’t have a voice, really, but maybe I can make some positive change through my new blog here.

For the New Year, I’d like all Breed Specific Legislation to stop. Breed Specific Legislation is when a certain type of breed or breed-mix is banned in a certain area. It hurts my feelings to know that in some places, my mom & dad would have to give me up just because I’m part Staffordshire Bull Terrier. It makes me really sad. I’m a good dog, and I know not all “Pit Bulls” or “Bull Terriers” are bad dogs either. We deserve better. Humans made some of us this way, and gave us this bad reputation, and then they want to just eliminate the problem they caused by euthanizing 100′s of dogs and banning them, instead of rehabilitating them or changing the way people think. I can help make this change by showing people how sweet I am, and loving. And when they ask mom & dad what kind of dog I am, and they say I’m part Staffie, the people will realize that not all of us fit into the box they think we do!

I’d also like people to please spay/neuter their dogs & cats. I was neutered when I got to North Shore, and it was totally fine! My mom & dad say it helps when I go to the dog park because I’m not aggressive like I might be otherwise, and I don’t try and “hump” other dogs.  I don’t really know what that means… but I listen to them because they read up about all this stuff. Also, if I ever run away (I can’t imagine why I would), and meet a really nice girl dog, there won’t be any baby Indy’s running around. Now that sounds kinda cool to me, but I have a feeling it probably isn’t as cool as I think. The more people who fix their animals, the less strays we’ll have, and the less the shelters will be overcrowded. And then, every animal will have a nice home like they deserve. I can help make this change by talking about it to my dog friends, and spreading the facts about it on my blog here. They even have  organizations in some areas, and there’s SPAY-USA that will help you if you can’t afford it.

I wish people would train their dogs. Especially if they’re going to bring them to the dog park, or to Petco or another pet store. I’m always well-behaved; at the dog park I play really nicely, and I’m friendly, and I never get angry with anyone, even the little puppies who jump up and nip at me, because I remember being that age. At the pet store, I always stay with my parents, and if I meet another dog, I may try and sniff them but I never, ever, bark at them or growl. I never pull my parents across the store and knock over displays either. That’s just tactless. I may get overexcited when another human talks to me, especially if they talk in a high-pitched voice or get down on their knees to my level, but I’d never just run up to random humans and knock them over. If your dog doesn’t like other dogs, or jumps on people, or bites a lot or has toy aggression, then please don’t bring them to the dog park. It ruins the fun for everyone. And if they aren’t fixed… then especially don’t bring them!

I also really wish people would keep their cats indoors. Cats don’t really belong outside all the time, or even part of the time. I think it’s sort of cruel. I mean, I’d love to go outside whenever I want, but I’d be scared to be alone, without my parents. What if I got lost? What if I never came back? They’d be scared too. If they let me out all the time, I’d think they didn’t care about me. Not only that, but cat pee smells pretty bad. I know there are some cats that live outside around my house and I can tell where they pee… it’s yucky. And sometimes I see them running in my bushes and I forget mom is walking me and I pull her, and then I realize and feel bad. I know I only weigh 40 pounds less than her, and that I can pull like 3 times my weight, but it’s so hard! It’s in my blood! So please, keep those kitties inside. I can help make this change through my mom & dad, they can tell people who have cats to keep them indoors where they belong. My mommy has a cat, and has her whole life, and they never, ever went outside. Except this one story she told me where her mommy had a cat that used to go outside on a leash… what a weird kitty!

Which brings me to my next wish. I wish people would make sure their animals were up to date on their shots, and wore tags at all times that have their names, addresses and phone numbers. Accidents happen. Dogs and cats do get out sometimes… and not speaking from experience, but just from what I’ve heard, sometimes there’s a really interesting squirrel running down the street and you just don’t realize he’s not going to stop running… and, well, you get the idea. Before you know it, you’re two towns away and the squirrel went up a tree, and you’ve got no clue how to get home.  Doesn’t that make you nervous, thinking of that happening to your pet? Well the good news is, if your pet has a tag, he or she can be returned to you much easier! Mom & dad are always rescuing dogs. Dad does it at work all the time, and him and mom found a dog by our house once on a really cold night, and they felt bad so they followed the dog until they could get close enough to see his tags, and mom called the phone number on the tag and the doggie got to go home to his family. Isn’t that a nice story!? I can help make this change by telling people it’s really easy to get tags for their pets- every pet store has a machine in it that makes the tags in just a few minutes and costs barely anything. You can even order them online! Another option is microchipping, but that’s a personal decision, to be made by your mom/dad and your vet.

I also wish people would be nicer to animals. Animals deserve love and kindness, and compassion. No animal deserves to be abused or neglected or forced to fight. All animals should have comfy beds in warm houses with families that love them. We don’t want to fight each other, or attack anyone. We just want to have fun and be dogs! I can help make this change by making people realize animals aren’t disposable, we’re living, breathing creatures with hearts and brains… just like you. Maybe this blog will help people see that, too.

What am I thankful for in 2009? Being adopted by my mom & dad, having a loving family, being healthy (despite one little accident I had at the dog park in May that gave me a limp for a few weeks and almost scared my parents to death…), Halo dog food, homemade dog treats my mom makes, my warm & cozy flannel dog blankets from Aunt Yoyo, and also for just being lucky. Not every dog (or cat) gets this lucky in life.

And my New Year’s resolutions are… to try and stop biting my dad when we play. I know sometimes I bite too hard, but it’s just that I get so into our wrestling games that I forget he’s not a dog and he’s a human. *sigh* I want to go running more, too, I love to run! And once the summer comes, I’m going to be in my doggie pool EVERY SINGLE DAY this year!  And I’m going to try not to pull grandma when she walks me. And I want to learn more tricks, because the more tricks you know, the more treats you get. Also, my main resolution is just to be the best dog I can be so my family continues to be proud of me!

On that note…

This is one of my mom’s favorite baby pictures of me. I was 5 months here, it was my second day in my house.  Speaking of that, it’s almost my one year anniversary of living here. On January 30th, 2010, I’ll be here one whole year. Wow. Time flies when you’re having fun… it seems like yesterday! Well, not really. But it did go by quickly.

I’d be embarrassed about this picture, but look at how big my paws are. You can just tell I was going to be huge and awesome. I’m 3 times as big now, but I’m still adorable.

He gave me a Milkbone before he left. I heard on TV today that the U.S. Terror Threat Level status went up, and I got really scared. What if they come here!? So I hid my Milkbone in the couch cushions. But then I thought that was an obvious place to look, so I moved it to under my blanket on my bed. Then I got a bit paranoid, thinking that maybe that’d be the first place they’d check, and moved it to under the couch. Then I thought about it, and I didn’t like the idea of my Milkbone being under there, so I moved it somewhere else.

And now I can’t find my Milkbone.