How it began...

 

I am a Rescue Dog.  Stray Rescue, actually.  I was found in a basement with my brothers and sisters when we were only a few days old.  We were very lucky.  I was brought to a Foster Home where there were other dogs and a very nice family.  In fact there were even some two legged puppies who liked playing with me.  It was nice.

But one day they took me to a Whole Foods Grocery Store with a really busy parking lot.  I hid under a chair and went to sleep.  I wasn't getting in the way of all those people and feet.

Suddenly, I was picked up by a woman who started cooing at me and cuddling me.  Whew!  I didn't know what she wanted, but it felt nice.  Then a big man arrived and held his arms out for me.  Well, he looked very nice, so I jumped right in.  I think he really liked me too.  After awhile, they went away, but they promised they would see me again.  Why would they see me again?  It didn't make sense.  But I really hoped they would.  I gave them both a big sloppy kiss before they left. 

And three days later I knew.  My Foster Mom and my favorite two legged puppy put me in the car and drove and drove and drove.  We finally got out in a strange place.  And there was the woman and the big man.  I knew then that I was going to stay with them.  Don't know why I knew that, but I did.

I was still pretty little then. This is me.  I wasn't much bigger than Dad's foot.

  

My new parents gave me lots of toys.  And so did their friends.  Mostly I ate all of them.  Including the mat I'm lying on and that cute fluffy bunny rabbit. 

 

        

You should see what I did to

Aunt Debbie's Kong Toy. 

 

 

 

 

 

Next week I'll tell you about my life in St. Louis.  And introduce you to some of my friends.  So stay tuned!

 

Love, G