I was born in Texas, but I live in Shakytown now with my mommy. I come from a broken home, but that has only made me tougher. My daddy loves me tons, and he's the only one who will throw the ball with me anymore. My mommy takes me on walks and hikes, and gives me treats--she does what she can. But a pup needs his daddy, too. OK, I didn't want to get too maudlin. So, as I was saying, I'm from Conroe, Texas (the Waltmart parking lot off the 45, specifically). My father was General Lee and my mother was Belle Star, so I'm a true southerner. That means I don't take too kindly to Yankees, or other strangers. Get near my mommy or daddy and you're asking for a big ole can of Whoopass! Don't let my 9 pound frame fool you--I'm ALL dawg! In addition to protecting the casa, I do a little modeling and acting on the side. (I know that sounds sissy, but the treats are awesome!)
Here's one of my modeling spreads. Yeah, the chicks dig me.
Look what they make me do!
My roommate Darla and I:
The day I had the rabies:
Oh, Mommy! Why do you have to embarrass me so. Please
