In my travels of living on my own I was picked up by the dogpound guy and they took me to JAIL. Some people found me and took me home, BUT, They decided I wasn't the dog for them they wanted a smaller dog with manners, so they put me on the pet-line. A lady named Andy that my mom knows runs a pet-line and she put me up for adoption. That is how my mom found me! (Thank you Andy for helping me find my true home.)

I remember her coming through the gate into the backyard with Jessie. He came to see me too to be sure we would get along OK. We did, and I liked mom, so we packed my bowls and the few toys I came with. They walked me to a "car" and I thought OH NO... not again! (Mom has marked that day as November 20, 1994... I like that day, we call it my Adoption Day! I get special treats... he he)

The trip was quick and they brought me into a cool house, one that had a big backyard to play in. I met the new dad and cat brother "ROCKY". Rocky is a very handsome guy and we have become best friends.

I had a difficult time at first understanding I didn't have to steal things for myself. I was so used to being on my own taking whatever I needed. I would do the same at my new house and take things to the backyard. I never chewed anything like Jessie but would gather things I thought I needed "just in case." I learned the words "DROP IT" (those are words mom uses when I have something I'm not supposed to have.)

I once took a big (brand new) block of cheese my dad was going to cut up and use. It was very tasty. After the cheese incident, I finally realized that I was very lucky, I had all the food I needed, all the toys I wanted, all the hugs and scratches and even a baby woobie that I carried everywhere for months. I didn't wake up without taking it with me. I really loved that baby woobie. If you do not know what a woobie is, please see Blaze's Woobie World.