Saturday, September 15, 2007
Finding a Home
People think they find dogs, but really dogs find people. I found my owner mom and the bearded one over the internet. Kind of like Match.com for dogs. My mom called and drove to the shelter where I lived. It wasn’t like the big place where I have treat classes. It was in the country, near big farms. The guy who took care of us brought me and a cocker spaniel friend to meet her. When I saw my mom, I knew I was getting a home. I jumped out of the doggie cage and ran around. I was very happy.
They tried to tell her that I might be a little crazy. Hyper. But it was too late. I had already picked her and she had to take me. She knew I was just glad to be free.
The ride to Denver was scary. I had never been in a car, just the back of a truck. I got sick—but that was the one and only time. Then I walked my mom a little at a rest stop. My new house was strange at first. Stairs outside. Stairs inside. I had them carry me up and down the first few times. Now I can fly up and down the stairs.
I think I did a good job finding just the right owners. They usually come when I call them and they are housebroken.
Posted by Deefor at 11:21 PM