Dogmom said I'm supposed to post today since it's my pawdoption anniversary!
Eight years and two days ago today, dogmom saw me hiding under a folding chair in the lobby at Friends for Life Animal Sanctuary in Gilbert, AZ. Of course, I already knew who she was because she found me in that dumpster in Guadalupe about six weeks before. But she said she didn't recognize me.
Something about me getting bigger. I don't remember that part.
Anypaws... dogmom didn't take me home right away, but came to Keiko's house to get me a few days later. I was scared. I spent the whole first day hiding under the cubby hole in the kitchen counter.
Then, she showed me the doggie door. It smelled like her other dog Floppy, who had crossed over the rainbow bridge. I liked the doggie door. Well, except for when it spanked my butt when I wasn't going fast enough. So, I learned really quickly that the goal must be to run through it as fast as you can ... and as many times as you can.
In any case, it seems like a lifetime ago. Dogmom says that even if she had known then that I would have bad hips and toe fungus's and really bad teeth and a sensitive stomach... well, that she still would have brought me home.
Gotta go tear up Floyd's toys now. Later, dawgs!