It's a dog's life.... At least it started out that way. I don't remember much from the beginning, though. A shelter in Miami, a rescue, then another rescue in the Everglades, and finally the place where my mom took me home from. She took me to play with another dog, Lori, and to stay with her. But then she found out I was broken, and took me back to the rescue again. It was really crowded in the
rescue, and mommy said even the paperwork smelled so bad she had to put it in a baggie because it made a whole room smell bad after they finally brought me home. I had a dislocated hip, and mommy thought the rescue would get me an FHO, but they did a different kind of operation that means now I can't get the FHO. Anyway, when it was time for my stitches to come out, mommy came and took me to the vet, and then I went back to live with her and Daddy and Lori for good. Lori and I had a lot of fun chasing the cats. I don't know why they had to separate us from the cats - I don't think I would have REALLY hurt them. As happy as I was to go live with Mommy and Daddy and Lori, some sad things happened to that I didn't understand, and they really scared me. They made Mommy and Daddy sad too, and that scared me even more. One minute Lori and I were playing, and then my jaw was caught in her collar. I screamed and screamed, but mommy couldn't do anything. When they finally got us separated, Lori didn't move anymore. I didn't like collars for a long time after that. Going from rescue to rescue, I learned that if I just screamed when someone approached me, they would leave me alone. That usually worked out pretty well to avoid getting a collar put on me. But one day Mommy insisted. She had a harness! She had this yucky citronella spray stuff, and when I growled and showed my teeth to her, she gave me a good taste of it. While I was licking my face and paws, she got the harness on me, and it was ok. That was years ago. Now we all go for walks again all the time. Mommy and I brought Emmie home from Petsmart not long after Lori died. Emmie came from the same place I did - and Mommy said she just couldn't let her get taken back there - so home she came. I'm a good dog - I even have my CGC! I guess they don't take that away when you nip someone's butt, right? I'm SORRY, but after Lori, I just don't like to see anyone mess with Emmie. She gets a little nervous when humans come and get really close to her face and make silly sounds at her. When she reacts to them, I just think I have to protect her, and, well.... the human always turns around. Mommy and Daddy don't let me meet too many of their friends now. It's too easy for me to get confused about who is good and who is dangerous. So, I get to play with my friends and the staff at Fuzzy Buddies a couple of times per week. Lori and I used to play there too, so I know that place and those people are OK. Emmie can bark her head off there, but I know she's safe there too. Mommy said she has a lot of friends who like to hear about me, and they thought giving me a page would be a great idea! I don't know - sounds like the camera will be in my face a lot more often to me....
I hope everyone enjoys my stories. It's not a bad life for a mutt without a history. Lots of people want to meet me in person, but it really isn't much fun for me. I've tried a couple of times, but I get so worried. So, Mommy gets to share me with friends using pictures when I let her take them. People say if not for Mommy and Daddy, I would not be a very good dog for someone to adopt - maybe would still be at the smelly crowded rescue, or even be p-u-t d-o-w-n. Mommy says she thinks Lori came into her life for such a short time because she was supposed to lead me to her. I knew they were my pack the first time I met them. Sometimes, I think I'm a little smarter than Mommy.
