tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125604632024-03-07T03:49:54.432-06:00The Adventures of LittlebearA Dog's Eye ViewJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-64748202097501887342008-02-01T18:49:00.000-06:002008-02-01T18:58:38.238-06:00An Unworthy TreatHello, this is Teddy's dad and I'm hijacking his blog to share some very <span style="font-weight: bold;">VERY important information</span> about some seemingly innocuous people food that is extremely dangerous to dogs. But before you get worried, I should tell you that Teddy is fat, happy and just fine (as far as I know).<br /><br />Over the summer, I like to keep grapes in the freezer as a cold, sweet snack. One summer afternoon about 18 months ago, I was partaking of my snack and teddy was watching. "Hey, dad, those look good. Can I try one?"<br /><br />"Do you want a grape?"<br /><br />"Yes, I want a grape if that's what those things are that you're eating. Can I have one?"<br /><br />"I don't think you'll like it."<br /><br />"I don't care."<br /><br />So, I gave him one. At first, he was a little confused. He walked off with it and dropped it on the floor. He spent several minutes sniffing at it, tasting it and letting it roll around in his mouth before finally eating it and coming back for another one... a request to which I acquiessed (I gave in).<br /><br />Since that day, I have been feeding him one to three grapes any time I have them. A few months ago, I read somewhere that you shouldn't feed grapes to dogs. There was no explanation, they were just on a list. I've also heard you shouldn't give milk or dairy to a cat but my vet says that if their digestive system tollerates it, dairy products are fine. I thought grapes might be similar with dogs since ther was no specific warning. Boy, was I wrong.<br /><br />The wife and I were discussing this just the other day. I finally asked, "I wonder what is so bad about grapes?" I turned to Google to answer the question. I was shocked and terrified by the answer I found. Apparently, a sufficient amount of grapes or raisins will cause the dog to experience total renal failure (the kidneys shut down). The stories I read also speak of a slow, painful, unrecoverable decline that ends in death.<br /><br />Lucky for me and my Teddy Bear, a small amount (1 or 2) does not appear to cause this reaction or we might have found out the hard way. Veterinary toxicologists are not sure why grapes are toxic so there is no way, as yet, to tell exactly what amount could affect your pet.<br /><br />Here's the short version:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">DO NOT ALLOW YOUR DOG TO EAT GRAPES OR RAISINS! DOING SO MAY CAUSE RENAL FAILURE AND CAN BE FATAL!</span><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pet owners whose dogs have ingested large quantities of grapes or raisins, or veterinarians managing such cases, are encouraged to call the <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">ASPCA Animal Poison Control Center (888) 426-4435</span> immediately (round-the-clock assistance).</span><br /></span><br />---------------------------------------<br /><br />The following information was obtained from the ASPCA's Animal Poison Control Center's EMail News Alert:<br /><br />"STRANGE FRUIT? ASPCA REPORTS ON CASES OF CANINE KIDNEY FAILURE FROM GRAPES AND RAISINS<br /><br />In response to reports of dogs developing kidney failure after eating large amounts of grapes or raisins, the ASPCA Animal Poison Control Center (APCC) conducted a review of all related cases in its database. Veterinary toxicologists found that all of the companion canines developed vomiting within six hours of ingestion; the estimated amounts of grapes or raisins eaten ranged from nine ounces to two pounds. Other commonly reported signs included diarrhea, anorexia, lethargy and abdominal pain, and all of the dogs developed evidence of kidney disfunction. Adds APCC's Charlotte Means, DVM, "Whether the ingested grapes were purchased fresh from grocery stores or grown in private yards didn't seem to matter, nor did the brand eaten." Clinical signs lasted for several days--sometimes even weeks. And after aggressive treatment, which included intravenous fluids and medications, half of the dogs recovered, while the others died or had to be euthanized.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pet owners whose dogs have ingested large quantities of grapes or raisins, or veterinarians managing such cases, are encouraged to call the ASPCA Animal Poison Control Center (888) 426-4435 immediately (round-the-clock assistance).</span><br /><br />One of Teddy's other favorite fruity treats is Bananas (similar story as to how he got hooked on those). Apparently,"Bananas are okay," according to Dr. Jill A. Richardson with the ASPCA Animal Poison Control Center. (Source: <a href="http://www.uexplore.com/health/GrapesRaisinsAndDogs.html">http://www.uexplore.com/health/GrapesRaisinsAndDogs.html</a>)<br /><br />Resources:<br /><a href="http://www.snopes.com/critters/crusader/raisins.asp">http://www.snopes.com/critters/crusader/raisins.asp</a><br /><a href="http://www.aspca.org/site/PageServer?pagename=pro_apcc">http://www.aspca.org/site/PageServer?pagename=pro_apcc<br /></a><a href="http://www.aspca.org/site/PageServer?pagename=pro_apcc_ask_peoplefood">http://www.aspca.org/site/PageServer?pagename=pro_apcc_ask_peoplefood</a>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-51093842348888690582007-10-12T22:41:00.000-05:002007-11-23T22:45:09.466-06:00A Conversation With My Dad"Come here, Teddy Bear, I have something I need to tell you."<br /><br />"Yes?"<br /><br />"Teddy Bear, JD is very very sick."<br /><br />"What does that mean?"<br /><br />"Do you remember when you were little and you had that cough? Do you remember how you felt very tired and all you wanted to do was lie around all day?"<br /><br />"Yes, I remember. That was icky."<br /><br />"Yes, well, it's sort-of like that only it's much worse. He's tired like you were but he also hurts a lot when he moves and his tummy is upset so he's not eating very much. In fact, he's not eating enough. Teddy Bear, JD is going to die very soon."<br /><br />"Does that mean he'll be able to play again?"<br /><br />"No, Teddy Bear, it means he's going to go away and he'll never be able to come back."<br /><br />"Never ever?"<br /><br />"Never ever."<br /><br />"But, I don't want him to go away."<br /><br />"Neither do I , Teddy Bear but it's not up to us."<br /><br />"Why does he have to go away? Doesn't he like us anymore?"<br /><br />"I'm sure JD loves us as much as we love him but dying is something that happens to everything that lives. At some point, Nikita, me, mommy, and even you are going to die. It's part of the cycle."<br /><br />"So, if it's going to happen to me anyway, can I just go with JD?"<br /><br />"No, Teddy Bear, it doesn't work like that. It's not your time. Besides, if you go with JD, you won't be able to see me, or mom, or Anabelle anymore."<br /><br />"Oh. So, when is he going?"<br /><br />"I don't know but it's going to be soon. I would very much like to get him home before it happens, though."<br /><br />"Home?"<br /><br />"Yes, Teddy Bear, we're going back to Oklahoma. Do you remember the house we lived in before we came here? The one with the big back yard and the deck and all of the birds?"<br /><br />"Oh, yes! I like that place! Are we going back there?"<br /><br />"Yes, we're going back there and I don't want to leave JD here. It just wouldn't feel right."<br /><br />"I agree. I would like him to come home, too. Then maybe we can play in the big back yard again."<br /><br />"I certainly hope you will get that chance. But I wanted to let you know how sick he was just in case that doesn't happen. And if he dies before we leave, I don't want you to be too sad that he's not there for you anymore."<br /><br />"I'll try not to be sad but that might be very hard. I don't know what I would do without my big brother."<br /><br />"I know but just understand that he's not going away because he doesn't love us and it's not because he's mad at us. It's just something that is going to happen and I wanted you to know before it did."<br /><br />"Okay, dad. Can I go play now?"<br /><br />-----------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Update, October 15, 2007<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tissue Alert!</span><br /><br />Jack Daniel passed away last night. We had gone to bed about 10:15 and heard him cry out around 10:30. I rushed to his side but there was nothing I could do. I don't know if he was aware of my presence or not, but I hope he was because it was the only thing I could give him.<br /><br />There is a 24-hour vet hospital on the far West side of town. We just returned from dropping off his body. We will be bringing his ashes home with us. Had I realized it was a 24/7 clinic, I might have brought him there sooner so it didn't have to be like this. I feel very sad and somewhat guilty right now. We are all very raw from this.<br /><br />When we returned home, Teddy was whimpering at the door. I knew he wanted his brother back and was upset that he'd been taken away. He went toward the back door but only stayed out a few seconds to confirm that JD was not in the back yard. He made a search of the house and kept coming back to me as if to ask where I had hidden him. He made a big effort of sniffing the blanket JD had been on. I was sad that I could not bring his brother back to him.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-39898026761982182712007-04-16T20:49:00.000-05:002007-04-16T20:54:15.358-05:00Guess What I Can Do!?Daddy has been throwing treats at me ever since I came to live with him. I thought he was bouncing them off my nose for the fun of it. The other day, he dropped one right over my head. I wanted that treat so bad, I caught it before it hit the ground.<br /><br />Daddy was so happy with me that he dropped another treat so I could do it again. Who knew he wanted me catch them like JD does? Now, I can catch them whenever I want.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-1164986507143601632006-12-01T09:20:00.000-06:002006-12-01T09:21:47.163-06:00Crouching Tiger, Hidden Teddybear<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3556/201/1600/125210/DSC_9471small.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3556/201/320/602791/DSC_9471small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><center>Playing with JD in the snow.</center>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-1143304272806940992006-03-25T10:31:00.000-06:002008-09-29T11:30:57.231-05:00I'm Ready for My CloseupDad's been doing a bunch of work on his web sites this week and has some new pictures of me. He says if you click on the words below, you can see them.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos.unclebubby.com/thumbnails.php?album=21" target="_blank">Pictures of Me</a><br /><br />He says you can also see the newest pictures of that yorkie who claims to be the cutest dog in the world <a href="http://photos.unclebubby.com/thumbnails.php?album=15" target="_blank">here</a>.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-1138243465089877702006-01-25T20:44:00.000-06:002006-01-25T20:44:25.096-06:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/102/1427/1024/DSC_4826.0.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/102/1427/400/DSC_4826.0.jpg'></a><br />Dad got a new lens and was testing it out. Here's a nice action shot of me frolicking in the yard.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-1138243254021735002006-01-25T20:40:00.000-06:002006-01-25T20:43:44.136-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/102/1427/1024/DSC_4794.jpg"><img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/102/1427/400/DSC_4794.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />It's a big, long zoom lens.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-1131825388499132902005-11-12T13:56:00.000-06:002005-11-12T14:01:18.083-06:00Breed All About ItMuch debate has occurred as to what kind of dog I am. My mother looked like a shepherd of some sort but I'm one of the only ones of my brothers and sisters who has any black fur. Then there's the issue of height. I have very short legs. The pictures don't show it well, but I do. My sister, Samantha, has longer legs but my brother, Bently, has really long legs. Some people say I'm built like a corgy but that's not quite right, either. I'm too long.<br /><br />My aunt Mary came over this weekend to say hello. I like her - she's funny. She said I was made up of spare parts.<br /><br />Dad says I'm an under dog. I sleep under the bed, I lie under the coffee table, I walk under the chairs... I think his guess is the closest.<br /><br /><a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/102/1427/320/underdog.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/102/1427/320/underdog.jpg'></a><br />Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-1124591494551620862005-08-20T21:31:00.000-05:002005-08-20T21:32:40.323-05:00Little BigBoy<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/102/1427/1024/DSC_3621.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/102/1427/320/DSC_3621.jpg'></a><br />Dad had his friend Kevin take a picture of him holding me so everybody could see how big I've gotten. But I'm still short.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-1124454937093086062005-08-19T07:35:00.000-05:002005-08-19T07:38:04.370-05:00One Dog or Two?<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/102/1427/1024/DSC_3620.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/102/1427/320/DSC_3620.jpg'></a><br /><br /><p> Me and JD relaxing in the wee hours of the morning as dad gets ready for work. I love my new brother and he loves me.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-1122512775913824002005-07-27T20:06:00.000-05:002005-07-27T20:06:15.926-05:00What's Wrong With These People?So, I'm trying to get dad to pay attention to me. I'm doing all I can. I'm jumping up and putting my front legs on his leg while he works on that 'puter thingy. I'm wagging my tail. I'm looking as cute as I can.<br /><br />Suddenly, dad says, "Where's <a href="http://auntmurry.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_auntmurry_archive.html#108458473796698532" target="_blank">Patches</a>?" So I got down and started to go see if I could find him.<br /><br />Then I realized I don't know Patches. Who the heck is <a href="http://auntmurry.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_auntmurry_archive.html#108500454586039355" target="_blank">Patches</a>?<br /><br />You're not fooling me you silly man.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-1121220175086607282005-07-12T21:02:00.000-05:002005-07-12T21:02:55.113-05:00Everybody's Awake, NowLast night, dad had just turned off the light when something brushed against me. I don't know if it was JD or that cat thing but I couldn't tell 'cause my eyes hadn't adjusted yet. I got startled and jumped up and just started barking as loud and as fast as I could. Dad jumped out of bed hollering, "What is it!? What is it!?"<br /><br />When he finally turned on the light, I looked around, then looked at him and thought, "Oh, it's nothing... sorry."<br /><br />Until next time.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-1120315285978800842005-07-02T09:41:00.000-05:002005-07-02T09:48:33.636-05:00Nothing Up My Sleeve!<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/102/1427/640/DSC_1833.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/102/1427/320/DSC_1833.jpg'></a><br /><br />I've learned a new trick! My parents are so proud, they hoot and holler every time they <strike>catch</strike> see me doing it. One time, dad was so happy, he shot me with a squirt gun. Oh, what a happy day that was!!<br /><br />You see, I know how to get up on the furniture now. Isn't that cool!! And now that I can get on the furniture, I can climb up the back of the sofa and onto the counter where dad leaves the cat food. Oh, it's so yummy! He gives her canned food all the time now. He only gave me canned food when I was sick (and I think he hid medicine in it, too). I haven't gotten much but the leftovers of the canned food but the dry food is soooo gooood.<br /><br />Well, I've got things to sniff... until next time.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-1119188774437996322005-06-19T08:46:00.000-05:002005-06-19T08:46:14.450-05:00Cardboard, and chewies, and treats! Oh, my!So there I was, lounging around the living room when I spotted it. A nice, chewlicious looking, cardboard box. I like to chew on cardboard boxes.<br /><br />The box was just a <i>leetle bit</i> out of my reach but it was in a bag... this was going to be an easy target.<br /><br />I got the bag down and got the box out and commenced to gnawing on that cardboard. Mmm, mmm, it was GOOD. Well, no sooner did I get through the first layer then I discovered there were all these little plastic chewie things inside... and they were individually wrapped! What more could a puppy ask for?<br /><br />I chewed through that cardboard even faster and soon had that box right open where I could get at those chewies. I pulled each and every one of them out and set them before me. I stared at them for a while then plucked one out and started chewing. I like plastic, too.<br /><br />Little did I know that these were magic chewies. As I chewed, I suddenly got this burst of crunchy orange flavor. Wow! There were treats hidden in these chewies. I went after another, then another, then another. One of them gave me <i>two</i> crunchy bursts!<br /><br />I wanted dad to see what I had discovered so I went to his room where he was working on that computer thingy he has. He had the door closed so I whined at him a little bit and he came out to say hi.<br /><br />He must have really thought it was cool that I got those chewies out because he rushed in and got mom out of bed and grabbed the phone book. I don't know who he called, exactly, but he told them all about it. He told them I'd gotten into the box, pulled out the packets and eaten four or five of those crunchy, orange treats. (I think he called them Singulair) For some reason, he didn't sound proud. He sounded a little upset.<br /><br />Oh, well. Didn't slow me down a bit.<br /><br /><i>Editor's note: Teddy ate 4 or 5 chewable Singulair tablets this morning. I called the vet hospital and they basically said to keep an eye on him and especially watch his breathing. If I notice anything out of the ordinary, I should bring him in... What a way to wake up on a Sunday.</i>Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-1118695933411112132005-06-13T15:52:00.000-05:002005-06-13T15:52:13.416-05:00An Update for MollyHi!<br /><br />Dad told me that Molly was pestering for an update so here goes.<br /><br />I'm getting much better at not going to the bathroom in the house. Dad gets disappointed when I don't make it outside (or don't tell him I need to go out) but he doesn't yell at me. He understands that sometimes I still just can't help it.<br /><br />Aunt Mary, Molly's mom, says I'm starting to lose that puppy look. I think I agree with her. Even though I can now reach over and drink out of the tall water bowl, I'm still short. Dad thinks I'm going to stay fairly little but he's taken to calling me "Chunk" now and then 'cause I'm so solid and muscular (grrrr!).<br /><br />One thing I still like to do a lot is chew. I'll chew on anything. Carpet, furniture covers, shoes, boxes, shoe boxes (I love cardboard!), HACs (Human Approved Chewies)... doesn't matter. Chew chew chew chew chew... I like to unstuff my toys now, too, just like my new brother JD.<br /><br />Ooh, here comes the cat. I've got some sniffing to do.<br /><br />Until next time...Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-1118146806382958252005-06-07T07:20:00.000-05:002005-06-07T10:20:49.073-05:00<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/102/1427/640/pic31.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/102/1427/320/pic31.jpg'></a><br />Me and Dad on the way to the vet.<br /><br />Dad, Samantha and I had to go back to the vet on Saturday. I really enjoyed the ride over. Me and Sam jumped in the back seat but we could barely see out the windows. I decided to try to go back up front but my body's still too short to bridge the gap. I ended up standing with my back feet on the edge of the seat and my front paws on the center console. That's what I'm doing in the picture. It was great to ride there because I could see lots of stuff and dad talked to me like we were best buds.<br /><br />When we got there, the doctor said I had gained <i>seven</i> pounds in the last three weeks! I'm getting to be a big boy now.<br /><br />After we got home, Samantha's new mom came and got her. But JD and I are still together and we're having as much fun as ever!<br /><br />Until next time...Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-1116618284083650252005-05-20T14:44:00.000-05:002005-05-20T14:50:23.086-05:00My Sister Sam<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/102/1427/1024/Teddy-n-sam.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/102/1427/320/Teddy-n-sam1.jpg'></a><br />My Sister, Samantha, came for a visit last weekend. It seems she's going to stay with us for a while until her new mommy is ready to take her.<br /><br />It's been a lot of fun having her around. We play together all the time. Sometimes we fight over our toys but we still like each other.<br /><br />I'm feeling a lot better and I've been done with my medicine for almost a week now. I'm not coughing anymore but I miss the canned food my dad was feeding us in the morning (I think he was mixing the pills into it). Both me and Sam are doing great. I heard that our brother, Bently, got sick the other day, too, but it doesn't look like Samantha brought it with her.<br /><br />She wears me out.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-1115395255945600252005-05-06T11:00:00.000-05:002005-05-06T11:00:56.046-05:00It's Probably Nothing SeriousThe vet says I'm active and loud... I don't like being confined. I have a bit of a snotty nose so she put me on antibiotics and she's going to send home a couple of pills to help keep me from throwing up if it becomes a problem. Otherwise I'm all up to date on my shots!<br /><br />Until next time...Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-1115389000170147202005-05-06T09:16:00.000-05:002005-05-06T09:22:44.106-05:00I Don't Feel So Good<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/102/1427/1024/Teddy0769.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/102/1427/320/Teddy0769.jpg'></a><br /><br /><br />I'm sitting at the vet's office waiting for the Doctor to come see me. I was supposed to go see the new Doctor tomorrow morning but dad took me in today. I was coughing last night and acting like I had an upset tummy. I didn't feel much like playing or going outside this morning. I just kinda wanted to hang around and sit on a pillow or blankie.<br /><br />I'll have dad let you know what the Doctor says.Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12560463.post-1114905994020425552005-04-30T19:06:00.000-05:002005-04-30T20:14:46.693-05:00Hi! My Name is Teddy<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/102/1427/1024/teddy%20%281%29.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/102/1427/320/teddy%20%281%29.jpg'></a><br /><br /><br />Hello, my name is Teddy. My story starts out kinda sad but it's all turned out alright so far.<br /><br />You see, before I ever came into this world, my mom knew some people that took care of her... or, they were supposed to. I don't know what happened, exactly, but I do know my mom ended up at the pound (I hear that can be a scary place). Her people didn't want her anymore and she was about to bring me and my brothers and sisters into the world.<br /><br />As luck would have it, there was a very nice lady at the pound that day. She offered to take my mom home with her so mom could go ahead and bring us into the world. The people at the pound didn't like that so much. You see, there's already too many of us dogs in this world and the people at the pound have a very sad job. When us dogs start running around by ourselves or our owners don't want us anymore, we end up at the pound. There isn't enough room there so the pound people have to make room... and I don't like to think about how they do that. So, the pound people didn't want to send my mom out with all us puppies inside her so she could bring even more puppies in the world. I was almost never here!<br /><br />But the nice lady was part of an animal rescue group and convinced them that she would find homes for my mom and all her pups.<br /><br />It was a good thing she did what she did 'cause not long after here we came... twelve of us! Some of us were short, like me, others were tall. Some had short hair and others had long. It was a big mixed up group. For some reason, three didn't make it and there were nine of us left.<br /><br />The nice lady had some friends and sent them an email about us. That's how my new mom and dad found out about me. They came to see me last Saturday and I was running around with one of my brothers and one of my sisters... my mom was there, too. The rest of us went to stay with some other rescue people until we could find permanent homes. My new mom and dad wanted to take me home but I still had to learn something before I could go with them. At least, I think I had to learn something. I'm pretty sure I heard someone say I was gonna get tutored first.<br /><br />I musta learned whatever it was because they came to PetSmart this afternoon and picked me up. I got a new collar, and a new toy, and some new treats, and the nice lady who made sure I was here to be loved by my new mom and dad said goodbye.<br /><br />I was okay until we got into the car. Mom and dad put me in one of those boxes with the metal doors and I wasn't too happy about it. I was <i>really tired</i>, though, and gave up the fight pretty quick and fell asleep. When I woke up we were almost to my new home where I met my new brother, JD. I was a little scared of him at first and tried to act all tough but we really hit it off and we're starting to understand each other.<br /><br />Well, I have a fuzzy carrot that needs some chewing on so I'm going to go do that.<br /><br />Until next time...Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212905254149810590noreply@blogger.com0