Let Me Tell You About My Boy

...and took me home.

I was nervous at first. After all the last couple car rides I had taken didn't turn out that well for me.

But this family took me home and they played with me. I had a warm, comfortable place to sleep that is all my own and every morning, right after they let me out to take care of business, they feed me.

I get at least two walks every day and sometimes more. I get fed twice a day and there are treats!

Best of all I get petted a lot and they give me things I can chew and other things I can fetch.

Most days someone (usually the woman) stays home with me all day and some days everyone is home with me. This means I can have my ears rubbed or my belly scratched whenever I want -- well mostly.

There have been a few rough patches. They took me to the vet and he found my Heartworm. I don't even want to talk about what happened next. Make sure your people always give you your Heartworm medicine because you do not want to go through that! Then after I was finally feeling better they took me back to the vet and did something else that I just can't talk about but I feel OK now. At least the people at the vet are nice and now that I"m feeling better I can run again. For a while there they wouldn't let me do that and all my walks were on a leash.

All of this is great, but the very best thing about living with my family is that in addition to my bed, my food, my toys, and my walks -- they gave me my very own boy.