Hi furends! Oh my dog, it sure has been a long time. I’ve missed you all oodles and gobs!
Firstly, I want you to know that all of us here in my house are doing real good.
Brudder Ranger turned 12 years old in December but he wants me to remind everybuddy that he’s still all kinds of vicious and intimidating.
Queen Abby is still ruling her kingdom with a velvet paw.
Smudge has been helping mom keep track of when it’s time for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
And me, well, I’ve been walking…
Yep, it’s a pretty good life here in Collie-rado. How are things going with YOU? I wanna hear! Tell me whatcha been doin’!
Whew! We sure have been gone a looong time! Totally NOT my fault, just so you know. Mom is all busy, busy, busy with her work. It’s all I can do to get her to take us for walkies every day, much less take dictation from my brindle self.
But just a few days ago, something big happened. And I do mean BIG. So I told mom, “You just tell your clients to hold their horses cuz we GOTS to tell my furends about this!” I may or may not have threatened to withhold brindle lovin’s until she did it. (I can be Most Persuasive when I want to be.)
Anyways, a couple of months ago, mom and dad and me and Brudder Ranger started talking about how very much we had lurved the Shall-Ay. Cuz, I mean, LOOK at it! It doesn’t get much cuter than that, does it?
Then we started talking about how nice it would be to have something maybe a little bigger where we could relax on those Collie-rado camping days that aren’t as nice as others. The Shall-Ay gets pretty darn, um, cozy with all four of us in there for hours on end.
Well, I kinda forgot about it, to tell you the truth. And then last Friday, mom and dad said, “Hey, Mayzie and Brudder Ranger! We got a surprise for you! We’re going camping!”
So I packed up all of my blankies and stuffies and foodables and treats and stuff to put in the Shall-Ay. But when we got there, THIS is what we saw!
Its oh-ficial title is a 2016 Keystone Passport Elite 23RB.
But that’s WAY too much to say so I just call it The Dog House.
Oh, gosh, was it ever comfy to hang out in. It’s got a nice big bed with nice big windows to look out of and it came with its very own sun puddle!
It has lots of space for all of us to walk around in at one time if we want. Or we can snooze on the bed or cuddle on the couch. So many options!
You know, when we’re not out having adventures…
Anyways, we’re pretty soon gonna put the Shall-Ay up for sale. It makes us all a little sad because there’s so many happy memories and adventures attached to it. But we’re sure the next peoples it lives with will have just as much fun in it as we did!
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Hey, everybuddy! It’s me, Mayzie! And today my mom and I wanna tell you about something super cool and oh-so-impawtant that we’re pawticipating in.
It’s a photo collection of regular, everyday “pit bull” dog owners called The Majority Project. Put together by The Animal Farm Foundation, a not-for-profit corporation, the purpose is to show that “pit bull” dog owners are just like most other dog owners… loving, responsible people who make sure their doggies get proper care, keep them in their homes, and don’t let them run around willy nilly.
“Pit bull” dog owners can join by visiting The Majority Project website, printing and personalizing an “I am the MAJORITY” sign and submitting a photo with their dog. HUNDREDS have already done it, including Mr. Jon Bernthal. (If you’re a fan of The Walking Dead TV show like my mom is, you’ll prolly recognize him right away.)
Okay, now that I’ve told you WHAT it is, I’ll let mom tell you WHY it’s impawtant to us. Take it away, mom!
Once upon a time, I believed the hype. I believed “pit bull” dogs and their owners were somehow different. The dogs were violent and unpredictable. Their owners were thugs who participated in dog fighting and other crimes.
So convinced was I that one day six years ago, I told my husband there was NO WAY I would EVER adopt a “pit bull”-type dog.
The next day, I met Mayzie.
It was love at first sight and I knew, without a doubt, this dog was meant to be ours. The idea that she might have some “pit” in her scared me, but at this point, there was no turning back. I was smitten.
To be on the safe side, though, I decided to do some research in case this seemingly sweet dog suddenly tried to eat my face off.
What I learned surprised me:
As they say, knowledge is power. It took awhile but slowly I began to see how wrong I had been. I also knew if my mind could be changed, others could be, too.
So that’s why, for almost five years on this blog and in person, Mayzie and I have been on a mission to open hearts and minds about “pit bull” dogs and owners by showing ourselves simply as who and what we are.
She is just a dog.
I am just a person.
Together, we are the majority.
Are you a “pit bull” dog owner? If not, do you know or love one (even just virtually)? Then YOU are the majority, too! Tell us all about it in the comments!