I am starting this blog because this year in my Creative Writing class, my teacher has decided to have us write a weekly blog post. At first, I couldn't decide on what to write about that could pull in readers, I mean I could write about random things, such as my adventures in learning to drive, my adventures of trying to get the perfect picture in my photography class, or maybe my two dogs. That's when I realized that I can always talk about my dogs because they always do really funny and random things that I find unusual for dogs to know how to do. Now obviously, you should already know what types of dogs I have, or at least If you read the title of this blog, but just in case you missed that info, I have a six year old boxer named Harley and a two year old Pit Bull named Sporty.
If you are about to exit out of my blog because I dared to say that I have a pit bull, one of the most misleading dog breeds in America and possibly the world, hear me out. Yes, Pit Bulls are a dog breed that is mostly known for being an aggressive breed or a fighting breed; but if you know anyone with a pit bull, most likely you know that they are not a mean dog if treated right. in my opinion, Pit Bulls have had a bad reputation put on them just because some foolish person decided that they would neglect their dog and teach the dog how to fight. (Okay so technically Pit Bulls are a "Bully" breed and they are born to fight, but it had to start with someone. The dog didn't just automatically turn aggressive over night, someone had to teach it right?)
Anyway, hopefully I have convinced you to stay on this page and read more about what this blog is really about, my two dogs Sporty and Harley and their crazy activities. Okay so I got Harley when I was ten. She was my first inside dog. When we first got her, I knew she was going to be something out of the ordinary, I mean if the first time you get a dog and she sits next to you, she unties your shoes as soon as you look away, there is obviously something unusual about her. In the years following, I would figure out that Harley could do more than just untie shoes, she could also play soccer and "box" with her paws. Harley has been through a tornado, that ripped off the roof of my dads house, luckily she was safe and no one got hurt. Now that may not be interesting to many people but I find that neat, how many people can say that their dog was in a tornado. (Okay, probably a lot of people but not really a lot of people from around where I live.) When I was fourteen we got my second inside dog, Sporty. Sporty came all the way from Oregon where some of my family lives. One interesting fact about Sporty is that for the first eight months of his life, he traveled around the forty - eight continental United States with my dad in the semi truck. In thirty-two weeks, he had been from Oregon to Florida and then some. I don't know very many people that can say that, let alone dogs. When Sporty finally settled to stay at home, he was a year old. That's when the adventures of Sporty and Harley began. In the first couple of weeks, Harley wanted nothing to do with Sporty but she quickly got over that and they started to become inseparable. If Harley went somewhere, Sporty was sure to follow. We started to realize that Sporty was good for Harley in more ways than one because Harley was getting more exercise. We also realized that Harley became more rambuncious when Sporty was around. Harley would quickly find out though that Sporty wasn't a foolish dog and knew how to get the best of her. But thats a story for next week...
