Hi. My name is Corbin and I'm a dog.
I'm just a dog. Not "just" a dog like some people say when they toss their dog away, because in that sense, there's no such thing as "just a dog." But I'm JUST a dog. Just like any other dog. I have four legs, a wet snout, a generous tongue... However, I also have a big blocky head, a wide chest, a deep bark and a tail that could split your winter wood stack.
I beg for treats, I can do tricks, I walk well on a leash, I snuggle on the couch, I kiss my little cousin Christopher's tiny baby feet, I can make you smile on your worst of days.... I'm goofy, I'm fun... I'm a dog.![]() |
Correction. Handsome dog. |
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Why does that make me different? |
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RASPBERRIES!!! |
Now don't get me wrong, I'm happy to be called a Pit Bull. If that means I can't go to PetSmart's doggie daycare, then so be it. If that means mom and dad can never move to Denver, Colorado with me, that's fine... they don't want to live there anyway. I know being called a Pit Bull means I'm a loving, loyal, funny, spunky, loving dog. Because, I AM a dog, and that's what dogs are.
Me, Corbin, the handsome dog. |
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Do I look scary? |
Foster Brother Extraodinaire |
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Me & Molly. Like the heart with the rope? Yeaaaa, I'm that smooth. |
Pretty close to perfect, though. |
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Who couldn't love these faces? |
I've taught you all I know... now go on and charm people! |
You can find the amazing Corbin at his blog, Oh, Corbin. Today is his birthday, so it would be great if you stopped by to leave him happy wishes!
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