I started the stupid blog, Mom. Can I have my piggy ear now?

I am a dog. I live in Santa Ynez, California. Where the temperature is 111 degrees in the shade and it's so dry that my fur, the length of a Marine haircut, stands on end like 2-day stubble. You probably think my life is one of leisure and tummy rubs, filled with long naps on the sofa with an occasional break for a meal. A dog's life. Right? Not exactly. Because I am a PIT BULL! Ooooohh. Scary pit bull. And this is my story.