My first day in Florida

May 3rd, Naples FL

So anyway, May 3rd was going to be my first day in Florida with my new humans, in my new home, my new property.

So, I woke up in the morning ready to prove to the humans that I was the right decision. I ate everything in my plate, I drank water, I ran around the yard, I even took a long walk on the main road with the misses. I have to say; they do have a big playground so I guess there will be a lot of running around while I’m here.

It was quite a confusing day because my two humans could not make up their mind about what is good for me and what is not…I just stayed back and let them figure it all out. Me, every time I had a chance I would cover them in kisses. I really had to behave that day. It was very important that I make a good impression.

The only thing I was determined to stand up for today was my lodging. If I wasn’t going to be able to get inside that big bed of theirs, at least I know I needed a larger, fancier condo. So, I sent the guy over to the store to get me one. He did not complain. At this point I believe I had him too. Not bad, 2 humans in 2 days.
Irie's new condo
So, I got a feather pillow, a towel, a sheet to cover the condo while I am asleep, food bowl, water bowl, toys, chewys and all kinds of other things…I feel like a king.

So, we built the condo together in the garage and we had it installed right inside the master bedroom right by my lady’s head. I can’t make a move without her hearing me…sometimes it’s a little embarrassing but I did not choose the spot so it’s her problem not mine.

Going Home

So, we got into their truck, the lady put me on a fresh towel right on her lap and kept me there the whole trip. I think it took about a half an hour but I did not care anymore; I knew I was in good hands. She was nice and she smelled good…unlike me, of course. But she did not care, every now and then she would give me a kiss on the nose and I knew I had her. I was not sure about him yet. Maybe he was just concentrating on the driving or whatever, I don’t know…. he was keep saying: you don’t need to smother him with kisses, give him some space…seriously buddy? Who nominated you the guy who tells her what I like? Not me, that’s for sure. So, if she feels like holding me in her arms and kissing my nose, my eyes, sniffing my years and rubbing my chest and my belly, let her do it…I am not going to stop her…my job is to please her…please me. Or something like that. I’ll look into it after I rest a little bit.
Irie the pit bull- going home
So this is me on the lady’s lap on the way to my new home. Look at that big leather collar they got me…They’ll never get it right, I’m telling you.

So we finally made to what turns out it will be my new home. It was dark outside and I couldn’t quite tell what was going on. The two humans were fussing around with cleaning my condo, giving me a bath, feeding me, giving me water. I could tell that they did not live with another dog before. Frankly, at that point, all I wanted was to go to sleep.
So, they finally got my lodging prepared. Brought it into a room with a big bed in it. I originally thought that the bed was for me. Nice. Well, it wasn’t the case; I had to settle for the condo, for now. I will make it my mission though; to one day conquer that territory. So, finally, relaxing, in the Sunny Florida.
Well, not so fast…these humans woke me up every 2-3 hours and asked me to go out, in the dark, in an unfamiliar area and potty…seriously? How many times can a little guy release himself in one night? And for whatever reason, every time I did it they were high five-ing like they won the lottery. Actually, at first I did not really know why they brought me there, but the guy actually showed me what to do. He peed in his own yard just so that I know it’s OK to do it…I thought that was cool. He scored a couple of points in my book.

My name is Irie, I am a pit bull and this is my story.

I was born on January 29th 2012 about 60 miles west of Las Vegas in Pahrump, Nevada. At least this is what my papers say.
I’d like to think of myself as a Las Vegas dog because this is where I boarded my flight to Florida.
That’s right; on May 2nd I left Las Vegas at 7 o’clock in the morning…way too early for a 3 month old who I might add is not a morning dog. My breeder, his name is Patrick; he is a human, bought me a new condo and gave me a couple of towels to take with me for the trip. It was a long, long trip (about 15 hours in human time) and I don’t really like to talk about it because it was not a pleasant one.
Where are you sending me, Patrick????
The airlines delayed my arrival by about 3 hours, I was hungry, I had nowhere to go to the bathroom, I had no toys, no brothers, no sisters…the only thing that kept me from crying was the thought that Patrick said a very nice couple of humans will be waiting for me at the end of the trip and they will bring me in their home and give me everything I ever wanted. So, a lot to look forward to. Not that anything was wrong with living with Patrick and Angie(the female human married to Patrick) but it is very hard to be an Alfa dog when there are so many other great specimens already in charge.

Pure Power Kennels

By the way, these pups are part of my family from Nevada. See what I mean? If you want to see more photos of my relatives, you can visit their Facebook page: click here.

So, sure enough, I landed in Fort Myers, Florida late at night, I was rushed through the check-out really quickly like a special dog, apparently the two humans have already made arrangements because they knew I will be exhausted and they did not want me to wait any longer…I was brought onto a very large concrete field (it turns out it was a parking lot with a lot of lights on), they opened the door of my condo and let me out onto the ground where I was finally able to run around and greet them properly. They were nice, a little awkward, I guess they did not really know what to do at first but then when I reached out and gave them both a kiss they felt at ease and started to hug me and give me water and a little bit of food.
Irie at Fort Myers Airport
This is me in the parking lot at Fort Myers Airport…I was a very little boy.
I was so excited; I did not really need anything. I was just happy that that my poor little feet finally hit the ground and I met my new family.