In December of 2012, my life changed. Foster mama, Emily, kept telling me to be patient, that my furever home would come, but I wasn’t so sure. I had been framed for a crime I didn’t do (Yeti lives!!), and had endured the limitations of sharing a family with other dogs (Rufus, and Turkeyman) and still, I hoped for permanency and life as an only dog-child.
Thanks to internet doggy dating, my Adoptomomma, Susan, found me under a profile that foster momma, Emily, created. You see, my foster momma, Emily, has a God-given gift of writing about everyday things, and making them sound like the cutest things ever (although it is pretty easy to make the things I do sound cute!). She is soooo good at this, that my future momma fell head over heels in love with me! Yep. That’s right. Just from reading about my story, as told by Emily, and seeing the (adorbs) pictures that Emily took of me, being me. Fell. In. Love. Woohoo!!
So, now, a year has passed (boy that was fast!), and I got to some thinkings about my new furever home, and my journey at being an only dog-child. When I first came to Adoptomomma’s house, I really didn’t know what to think. I mean, it’s quiet, and there are no other dogs or furbabies. Except for Earl the Squirrel, and the bunnies who live outside, I have this whole place to myself.
I am now the master of my domain.
Adoptomomma doesn’t have to ever worry about anyone sneaking up or by our house. It is my full time job to monitor and report any suspect activities, and I take this job seriously (As a retired secret agent, I have skills, you see). I am so good at this, that Adoptomomma says I can relax a little, but that would not do. I have to stay ever vigilant and make sure that no one intrudes without my knowing.
Adoptomomma has lots of friends who come over. I get so excited to see our besties, that I have to really try to not jump and kiss them all over. Adoptomomma tells me to sit when we have company and stay to be petted, but that is not fun, at all. It is much more fun to jump around and do my hula dance for our guests. I am really good at hula dancing, and Adoptomamma’s friends love it. I will keep working on sit and stay, though, since I know that adoptomomma wants me to get better at this. Sigh.
I really like it when Foster Momma, Emily, comes over for visits, too.
The last time she came by, I nearly had a stroke from so much excitement at seeing her! She is the best, and I am so thankful for her being such an awesome dog-vocate. Her online stories and bloggings helped my Adoptomomma find me, and I know that she is going to help a lot of other dogs find their furever homes in her new job (which she will tell you about very, very soon!). What could be more perfect??
Okay, I gotta get back to my Adoptomomma… I think I heard her open up my noms jar (which, as you know, I campaigned hard for back in Nom-vember of 2012)!
P to the Pocket (Polly Pocket)