Say hello to my little friend.

So, yesterday I told you how the Easter Bunny came and shrank me for chasin' him around my yard...

But...

APRIL FOOLS!

He didn't shrink me... but he DID bring me something...

Say hello to my little friend.

Meet Susie.

Momma said being a big foster brother was on hold until my ouchies were under control... well, my ouchies have gotten a bit better, then they get worse, then better, then worse... etc.  So, while my ouchies are doing alright, I get to have a foster sister!  Which is great by me, because I love having a little friend.

She's made herself pretty comfortable!

She was even able to come over for Easter dinner at Grandma Lynda & Grandpaw Dave's!  And she got to meet Harley and Greta.  She fit right in!

One of these things is not like the other...

My little cousin Christopher came over, too!  He was going to be at his other grandparents house, but we got a great Easter surprise!  Which meant, I got lots of carrots and training because I'm not used to the little guy and his unpredicitable actions... but we were buds in a few short hours! 

I worked on my sit.stays a lot.

And Susie was just a super star when it came to the little man.  She let him play cars with her and point out her eyes.  I'm not there yet, but we're getting closer!

Really, mom... We can't keep her?  She'd be my little pocket pet!

She looks like a mini Corbin, dipped in chocolate!

Happy Easter!

The Easter Bunny came... and I guess he wasn't too happy that I chased him out of my yard every time I saw him, or his friends... so, THIS is what he did to me for Easter!

HE SHRUNK ME!!!!!

Hope you're having a better Easter Bunny visit!!!

You call me a Pit Bull like it's a bad thing

Hi.  My name is Corbin, and I'm a dog.

Correction, handsome dog.

I'm just a dog.  Not "just" a dog like some people say when they toss their dog away, because in that sense, there's no such thing as "just a dog."  But I'm JUST a dog.  Just like any other dog.  I have four legs, a wet snout, a generous tongue... However, I also have a big blocky head, a wide chest, a deep bark and a tail that could split your winter wood stack. 

Why does that make me different? 

I beg for treats, I can do tricks, I walk well on a leash, I snuggle on the couch, I kiss my little cousin Christopher's tiny baby feet, I can make you smile on your worst of days.... I'm goofy, I'm fun... I'm a dog.

RASPBERRIES!!!!!

Now, don't get me wrong.  I'm happy to be called a Pit Bull.  If that means I can't go to PetSmart's doggie daycare, then so be it.  If that means mom and dad can never move to Denver, Colorado with me, that's fine... they don't want to live there anyway.  I know being called a Pit Bull means I'm a loving, loyal, funny, spunky, loving dog.  Because, I AM a dog, and that's what dogs are.

Me, Corbin, the handsome dog.

But you.... you uneducated people.  You call me a Pit Bull like it's a bad thing.  You cross the street when you see me walking.  You make comments to my mom about the vicious animal she has, while I sit nicely by her side.  You refuse to meet me and change your mind.  You move to the other side of the waiting room at the V-E-T-S office.  You tell my mom you need to muzzle me to cut my nails because of my breed.  You fear me with no reason.

Do I look scary?

I am Corbin.  I am a Canine Good Citizen.  I am a foster brother.  I am a mind changer for those who are open enough to allow me to change their minds.  I am a friend.  I am a pet.  I am a lover.  I am a fighter for my breed.   I am a Pit Bull type dog.

Foster Brother Extraodinaire

Mom and I were visiting Bethany and Avery a few months ago, there are usually a bunch of people there watching football.  I was upstairs playing with my girls and getting lots of love by my furiend Molly's mom, Joann.  She looked at my mom and said "Ya know... he is just the best dog.  I was so afraid of pit bulls, then I met Corbin.  Who could be afraid of him?"

Me & Molly.  Like the heart with the rope? Yeaaaa, I'm that smooth.

Now, don't get me wrong... I'm not perfect, I'm a dog.  I have flaws and my parents work with me so I'm as well behaved as possible, sometimes I forget to listen.  But this statement made mom's heart melt and it's something she thinks about often.  She knows Joann loves me, and I love her right back with lots of wet kisses.  But she never knew Joann's view of Pit Bull type dogs before me.  Joann isn't the first person to say this about me, and hopefully not the last. 

Pretty close to perfect, though.

Mom often receives similar comments about our foster dogs.  Remember Hannah (brindle brat baby)? Her owners fell in love with her, not because of her breed or her looks, but because she had the sweetest soul and the most loving personality.  It was clear, Hannah hadn't had the best of pasts, but she was so brave and so forgiving.  In a follow up email after Hannah's adoption, her new parents explained how they were a little hesitant about adopting a pit bull, but they just fell in love with Hannah and knew she was their dog.  Their family was a little skeptical on their choice of dogs, but it didn't take long for Hannah to change their minds. 

Who couldn't love these faces?

Although we have fostered many breeds, the momma takes every opportunity she can to take in a pitty girl.  Not only can we show people how wonderful the breed is while we have two in the house, but just like Hannah, we can adopt wonderful dogs into homes that will continue passing along the good word of our breed.

I've taught you all I know... now go on and charm people!

Last year I did a blog about why I blog... the importance of my blog being rescue, fostering and pit bull awareness.  At that point I had 80 followers and I said if I could change 1 mind about pit bulls, 1 mind about adoption or fostering... my job would be done.

I take that back.  I will not stop at 1 person.  I know I can't change the world, but I'm sure as heck going to give it my best shot.

Who missed Corbin antics???

Well, YOU my friends, are in luck because I have a little story for you. 

Let me set the stage for you... the momma's went to the food store after work - not the dog food store, the people food store that I'm not allowed in.  So, when she got home, she had to take ALL the bags of foods from the car to the kitchen.  I sat nicely and watched.  Then, she was putting all the stuff in their spots... and... well, this is how it went.

The momma: Coooooorbiiiiin..... (she drags my name out when she's not quite sure she's mad yet)
Corbin:  What?

The momma: CORBIN! (in the quick oh-you-are-in-trouble! tone)
Corbin: What?

The momma: Corbin!  Do you not understand the word "NO!"?!
Corbin: Oh, well, I do... but sometimes I get confused somewhere between the N and the O... maybe there's a silent yes? NyesO?

The momma:  Ugh, Corbin.
Corbin: Oh... the bread?  Was that yours?

The momma: YOU know better.  You're BOLD.
Corbin:  But... I was hungry.

The momma:  You just ate your dinner!
Corbin: I'm a growing young man, momma.  I need more food to help fight my ouchies.

The momma: You're almost 3, you're done growing.  Food won't help your ouchies.  This conversation is over.
Corbin: Can I at least eat the rest of the bread?

The momma: NO!  And NO, there is NO silent YES in there.  The answer is NO.  N.O.
Corbin: Starving...

Corbin: Just look how famished I look....

Corbin: There are starving children all over the world that would love for me to eat this bread.
The momma: ENOUGH.

Corbin: Fine.

Wordless Wednesday

What do you mean it's not the weekend yet?

Best Buds

Emmett had to go home today, but it sure was nice having him around for a bit!

Dead end

Hi everyone.  My meningitis test came back negative.  So, we're back to square one.  I'm going to go back to my normal vet because the specialist said he's checked everything he can check and the only other thing left to do is a joint fluid test to test for an auto immune disease, so I'm going to go back to Dr. Mike for that.  If that's negative... it looks like we're heading to Cornell University, which is one of the best places for injured or sick animals.  It's about 2.5 hours from my house, but I'd have the best doctors of all types looking at me and trying to figure my ouchies out.

But, I've gotten progressively more ouchie since Friday... seems like every time I move, I hurt :-(  I can't even sleep through the night with out hurting and I wake the momma up about every 45 minutes with my ouchies.  I got to sleep in the bed with her and dad, but that only helped for an hour or two... then I was still ouchie.  So, mom and I have been snoozing on the couch, where I'm a little more comfortable and only wake up every hour and a half, or two hours if I'm lucky.

On another note... remember my buddy Emmett?  He's over visiting while Heather is on vacation.  Emmett and I are like brothers from another mother.  He's my best bud in the whole wide world, with 4 legs.  Usually we play like crazy when he's over, but he understands my ouchies, and we've just been hanging out on the couch.

Sorry the picture is so dark... it was taken with the momma's phone.

I'm in the back... sometimes it's hard to tell me and Emmett apart!

We both have super handsome good looks.

Also, my dear friend Fred had to leave us for the bridge this weekend... if you could, please stop over to his momma Kari's blog at Hound Girl and leave her some love and support.  Fred was a young, special guy, I'm surely going to miss him and I know his momma's heart is broken...  Run free, big buddy.

And, my furiend Ronnii crossed the bridge last week too... very said times in blogville to lose such great pups.  Please stop over to her blog and leave some words of support for Momma Tea and her fursiblings.

Run free, my furiends... run free.