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My furmom, Lexi, and my fursister, Fancy kissed me goodbye in Oregon.
My mom, Linda took me to a big building, and then I got on a HUGE bird
that took me to Carlsbad. What a trip!! Having never been on a big bird
before I was kinda nervous. Linda kept telling me I would be okay because
the bird flies very fast and I would be with my new mom soon. Then she
left me and there I was all alone in my crate. I tried to think of good
things, like how fun it was going to be in my new house and maybe I would
get cookies, hugs, and lots of loving. Those are my favorite things. Then
I remembered that all my toys were in Oregon. Would I get NEW toys in
Carlsbad.? Then came sad thoughts. Would I ever see my real mom again,
how about my sister?? I stayed very quiet so no one would notice me but
little tears were running out of my eyes. I sure hoped the HUGE bird knew
where he was going.
Big Bird spread his wings and we were in the air. My stomach was feeling
real funny and I felt kinda sick. I remember thinking that I would never
fly with another bird, no matter how big. All of a sudden the bird swooped
down and landed with 3 big bangs on the ground. I laid in my crate with
my paws dug into the blanket so I wouldn't roll around.
I guessed I was in the pick up place because people were looking in my
crate and saying what a cute puppy. I thought cute nothing, where is this
new mom????? Here I was all the way from Oregon on this awful bird and
no one. Suddenly my crate was picked up and slammed down on a counter.
Was this that moment, was she here for me? Yes, it was my NEW MOM and
a friend. They took me to the car IN THE CRATE. I thought "will she
take me outa here or is this it forever." When we got to the car,
she reached in and said nice things and put me on her chest, and I fell
fast asleep.
I love everything about my new house, the toys, and "wow",
I have lots of them, upstairs and downstairs, the good food, although
I don't eat a lot. I take my mom for walks two times a day. I don't think
she catches on to butterfly chasing, because I can't get her to run really
fast. I usually let my mom think she is in charge but we all know who
is really in charge around here, don't we? However, I do let her sleep
on the satin pillow some nights.
I have many furfriends, Baba, a big brown dog, likes to chase me and
thinks he's in charge of me. Then there is Lucky my "sort of"
boyfriend, who keeps eyeing me (parts mostly). He is a little gray and
black dog, not my type at all. Eisenhower is about as big as a loaf of
bread and is afraid of everything on earth.
Hope you like reading about me. I will write more on my latest adventures
very soon.
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