It's Hard Out Here For a Pup

stand up, yawn, stretch, yawn, lay back down.  sleep awhile and do it all over again.

it's hard out here for a pup.

when you're layin' down and gotta get back up.

first ya stretch and yawn and chew your feet, 

then ya look around ya for a treat.

ya know it's hard out here for a pup.
when you bark and the neighbor yells shut-up
and ya just can't catch you a squirrel
and your haircut looks like you're a girl

ya know it's hard out here for a pup....

welcome to my blog

hi hi hi hi hi! (i say this as i'm jumping up and down in front of you). my name is "sir chauncey, defender of the underdog", but you can call me chance. i'm a mutt and proud of it! i was a stray found wandering the streets of atlanta back in march of 2010. as you can see from the photo, taken by pat thomas, a wonderful woman, photographer, and advocate for us homeless pooches, that i was a mess. my hair was so matted that i could barely move, and my skin so red it burned!

i had a partner in crime, as you can see. she was my bitch, but i protected her from all the bad things that happen on the streets of the city. actually, she got adopted immediately, while i sat in animal control waiting for a forever home. Thanks to the good folks over at Animal Action Rescue, i wasn't sentenced to die, and i got vetted (where did my manhood go???( and shaved).

one family took me home for 2 days, but brought me back because i didn't feel like playing with their little kid. now tell me, who would feel like playing when you've been starving, itching, running, and crying for a long time?

enter mommy. at first, she only agreed to "foster" me (whatever that is), but every time someone showed any interest in me, she told them that i was a "bad dog". hahahahahaha!

now mommy is a "foster failure" and i am hers. i have a diddy, too, and he loves me, as well. life is good. check in often and write to me! i have a lot to say!