Lizzie’s Love Letter

a re-homing letter from one who could not speak for herself . . .

To My New Family ~

I came into this world from a litter of 9. Summer is my canine Mom and Bono, my Dad. (The formal papers are attached). We were born in Cindy’s house. Ribbons of different colors were placed on my sibs and me, so we could be identified by name. Maybe, also to tell us apart as I do remember my sisters looking a lot like me. Summer was very patient with the 9 of us feeding from her and we thought nothing of kicking, pushing, and pulling each other before, during, and after Mom’s meals. When the door bell rang, Summer would jump up to gleefully answer the call sending us reeling into the air.

At about 8 – 12 weeks, cannot quite remember, I noticed people coming to visit. And, it seemed like when they left there was 1 less of us pups. It was at this time a couple came saying they wanted to adopt a yellow female. Cindy gathered my yellow sisters and me and we romped about to impress hoping to be the pick. I heard the visiting woman say she wanted a pup who might appreciate all kinds of tactile attention (otherwise known as loving) and Cindy pointed to me!

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Dog’s Day During Allergy Season

snore snore snore

lick lick lick lick
scratch, sniff, sneeze, slurp slurp slurp

pant pant pant
pant pant

clammer, clink, clunk, clammer, clink, clunk

pound pound pound

lick lick lick lick
scratch, sniff, sneeze, slurp slurp slurp

crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch
lap lap lap lap lap

jump run jump run

run

run

run

pee

lick lick lick lick
scratch, sniff, sneeze, slurp slurp slurp

run

run

run

lick lick lick lick
scratch, sniff, sneeze, slurp slurp slurp

jump
sleepy
sleepy
sneeze

snore snore snore . . .