It's a Dog's Life

A little bit about me and my family . . .

First Impressions . . .

There I was boarding a jumbo jet. Barely eight weeks old, but I was excited to meet my new family in California--so excited I almost had an accident in my crate--but I didn't! I wanted to make a good impression on my new family with my freshly bathed smell. After I landed, I patiently (well, not that patiently) waited to meet them. Then I saw these three faces peer in at me, smiles spreading across their faces. Was this my family? After I was safely ensconced in their car they opened the crate; I peeked my head out to get a better look at them. And I heard cries of "Awwww, she's so cute--she could be a calendar puppy!" What a relief--they liked me! I crept over to the little blond girl and rested my head on her lap and when I awake I was in my new and forever home!

Settling In . . .

I quickly adjusted to my new home and family. I tried to be good, but gosh, it was hard sometimes. My mom had a delicious leather sandal, but it seems she isn't much into sharing. My new sister, Katie, on the other hand, let me sleep on her bed and would always sneak me treats. Even though they fed me delicious kibble, sometimes I got curious about what was smelling so good in the trash and would knock it over while I was trying to investigate. Hmmm, that did not go over well. However, I found that if I tilted my head a bit to the right and wagged my tail all was forgiven.

Meet the Family . . .

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Callie and Izzy