Chop

No one breed of dogs causes so much different feelings and emotions, as English bull terrier. Some people consider that English bull terrier is a masterpiece of English dog-breeding, others consider that English bull terrier must be forbidden.
Some people consider that English bull terrier is a horseback of perfection, a dog with ideal physique, splendid motion, with the size suitable for any city apartment, others consider that English bull terrier is the most ugly dog.
Some, like myself, consider that English bull terrier is the most intelligent dog, for instance: Walter Scott, Raymond Openheimer and many other well known personalities. Others consider that it is a stupid dog, which is only able to terrify all surrounding. You be the judge...
Yes well...I am a terrier. I look like a stealth K-9 spawned from the bowels of Satan, but I am actually quite a nice guy when you get to know me.
Many people shy away at my physical appearance. The elderly, parents, fellow dog owners and Italians alike, to name a few. The bias one sided media approach to my breed governs people's emotional response. Much like the Iraqi's in current times. I feel a certain shared empathy with my Arab brothers to be honest.
I have never once started a fight. Though I have ended them all. I cannot help but be outraged by other dogs' senseless brutal attacks on my person and there after, due to my heritage, I become willing and driven to battle to the very end of existence.
I have no shame about the world viewing my balls and penis, they are there for all to see. I am white and naked, and I like it that way. A kind of element of divine purity.
An open mind is hard to find nowadays. People would prefer to grip their dogs in their arms rather than to learn that I am actually a super friendly loving lick machine, until provoked that is. My own master's extended family members suggested the idea of unconsenting castration, having met me when I was 6 weeks old and for 3 days. Interesting!!!??? Forget that my master grew up with my kind and was a fancier of the Bull Terrier for most of his life time and is a virtual walking talking history book full of inside out understanding about us. He almost knows what I intend to do before I myself do.
I have a smell sense far and wide beyond human understanding. Yet when someone passes wind why do I feel the burning compulsion to inhale from a close distance? The 8th wonder of the world? I feel the need to urinate at every avalible upright object which proves to frustrate the master on walks at times. I am merely establishing that I am top dog, and I now rule these streets. In case anyone questions that, sniff any pole, street sign or hydrant within a 4 km radius of my temple.
My best friend is a chihuahua by the name of Poncho. Love this little guy. At times I will ever so gently swallow his entire head for prolonged duration, just to let him know I am the man. God bless that little gun wielding Mexican.
I am Chop, and I am back better than ever from a recent hacking of my site that crippled me beyond repair. To the hacker- I am the Terrier of all Terrier's and I am going no where. First, you must kill me to be rid of me, and don't ever forget it. To be continued...myspace
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