I’m new at this blogging business, but I’m excited to share my journey. Let’s start this!
I guess I should begin by first introducing myself. My mom says I’m a Basenji/mix, whatever that means…?
I ran away from my home as a wee pup, and the nice people in the shelter found me, and took care of me as much as they could. I got put up for adoption, but weeks went by; no one wanted me. I didn’t understand. Was I not a good girl? Days, and days continue to go by,not one person seemed to want me. I even remember I could hear mentions of, “poor dog will have to be put down” what does this even mean??? I’m getting pretty scared. Then one sunny Saturday…. I could hear the harps playing from the doggie heavens, and a beam of light was shining a golden ray down on my kennel. LAAAAAAAAAAAAA. (Strike up the dog angels in silly costumessssss, NOW!)
I still remember the day my parents saw me. I was lonely and a bit confused, but seeing their happy smiling faces looking in on me in my kennel. It just seemed to calm me. It was seriously love at first site. Dad opened my kennel door and took me for a long walk. He was such a great guy! Mom just made funny voices and kept smiling and rubbing my head. I knew; they were the ones, I wanted to keep me.
We all were living at a place they call Florida. All I know is it was hot, humid, and tons of gnats. YUCK!!!!! Mom would always put this nasty stuff on my fur to keep the bugs away so I wouldn’t get sick. She loves me, but it was the worsttttt thing ever. I always ran away from her when I saw her bring out the box. Then they wouldn’t even pet me until it dried. I always thought I was being a bad dog, but now I know they just didn’t want to get it on their hands. Woof!
Dad got a new job, and mom missed home, so we decided to move to Georgia.
I do surely miss my friends at my past doggie daycare, but I’m adjusting to new life here in the big city.
This blog is going to dive into my silly antics, fun stories, and brand new adventures. I can’t wait to share it all with you!