MEET SUE v2.0!

This is Susan Orenthal Long, Jr. We call him Junior. Old man Sue was NOT shooting dust as my mother had hoped. He knocked up my sisters pit bull, Ruby, and she popped out 8 puppies. Junior actually has the white spot on his chest, just like his dad. Ma brought him down the weekend of the 13 when she came to Brandy's wedding.

He is three months old and 28lbs, at his last check up. He goes back for another round of shots this Thursday. I'll give an update.

Strong as an ox this one! He learned a lot from his parents. Sue helped him develop a healthy fear of strangers and bestowed upon him the inane ability to always be in the way and refuse to move. Ruby... taught him to knock over the trash can. I am not at all happy about this.

RUMBLE IN THE KITCHEN

Around Brunchtime, Junior decided he wanted a midday snack from the kitchen trash. The can crashing to the floor startled him and my yelling didn't help his frightened little soul. It was my plan to forcably return him to the scene of the crime for a bit of discipline. This animal thrashed and wiggled and threw his body against me soooo hard, I felt like I was deep sea fishing! Like I had a Marlin on the line! At one point, I was holding his front paws and having him walk with his back legs. This lasted until he realized our destination. The thrashing started again for the last six feet. At the can, we handled our business and went our separate ways. I was so exhausted after this ordeal, I really needed a nap. I have never raised a large breed animal, an definitely not an animal with his stregnth. This will be quite the interesting adventure.