Hi, I'm Resi

Hey there!  I'm Resi.  I'm a dog.  My people think I don't know I'm a dog.  But they are wrong.  I love being a dog...think of the cliches "It's a dog's life",  "Lazy as a dog", "Dog Days of Summer", and of course "All dogs go to Heaven".  Sweet!  An automatic invite!  But here's the downside.  Mom and Dad work.  All day, every day.  And then they have chores.  I mean, they love me and all, but damn it gets boring sometimes.  I have my brother, Rocky, to play with, but he is 4 years younger and seriously dumb.  He can be fun, but how many times can he run around the kitchen island before he gets that I know where he is hiding?  And then there is the cat.  As far as I can tell, the cat doesn't have a name.  Or a use.  I'm not allowed to chase her.  She doesn't like to play at all.  So she is no help.

But mom has this thing called a blog, so I thought I would check it out.  Unlimited access to the computer 8 hours a day?  I could write 'War and Peace' (although I don't get that title...I would really rather write 'Bones and Treats').  Now that I  have mom's password, I won't be bored any more!  There is so much to say and maybe now my voice will be heard!!!

I am about 35 years old, I think.  Nobody knows for sure.  I had a rough youth and I don't much remember my birth family.  I can fill you in on all that later.  Lets just say I am a rescue dog of the rarest kind.  I am a Pit Bull mix!  I was treated badly as a baby and then some nice people taught me manners and found me a real home.  So that was cool.  But there are lots of others just like me that need homes.  I think it is sad when people are scared of us.  But worse I think it is sad that so many dogs get put down (don't be fooled, that means put to DEATH) while people still pay puppy mills to stock those icky pet stores.  ...oh, sorry, I'm on a tangent.  I have a soapbox, but I hardly ever get on it since that one time I fell off and hurt my nose.

I have lots to say about myself and my weird life, but mostly I just want to say hello, world.  I want to share my thoughts and experiences with you and see if you can get my psychotic foot fetish (more on that later) and why I love being me.  I love when people talk to me...people, people, people....if you talk to me I will love you. 

Oh yea, I don't have thumbs, so be patient with my mistakes.  This isn't as easy as it looks when mom does it. 

Let me close with a picture.  It is Christmastime, which is super awesome.  I love Holidays because mom almost always lets me dress up for pictures.  Rocky hates this part.  Dumb boys.  And also the food.  Oh, and the visitors.