May 15, 2010

• Happy Birthday Little Bit

  Today is my birthday.  

  My mom slept in late, so I decided to get on Xanga myself.

  I came to live here last November.  It was right around Thanksgiving.

  My dad found me in a pile of leaves on the side of the house.  It was really cold and windy, and I was crying.  I’m so glad Dad heard me.  I had matted hair (I was *really* a mess!) and I was pretty skinny.  My ribs showed and my hips were hollow, but they aren’t any more.  I don’t know what all of that means, but that’s what Mom tells everyone.

             

  Anyway, Dad (I didn’t know, then, he was going to be my dad) brought me into his house and there were a bunch of girls, a loud bird that wolf whistled at me, a cat who said his name was Chirper, and a really big dog they called Sushi.

  The girls cuddled me and gave me something to eat.  The cat wanted to play with me – I like him a lot and we played together.  The big dog scared me, because I was little and she was HUGE!  She’s okay now.  And even though she is huge, I found out she is really nice.

  Mom told me they would try to find my home.  She took me  to PetSmart and those people looked for a micro chip in my shoulder.  I don’t have one.

            

  They called local veterinarians and looked all over the neighborhood for posted signs.  They thought surely someone would want me back. I guess they didn’t. 

  After 3 weeks, my mom and dad took me to get shots and bought a name tag for me with my Mom’s phone number.

  That was 6 months ago, and I don’t even remember what my first family called me.  I’m now known as “Little Bit” and I like it here.

  I dig out of the yard a lot, and I bolt out of the door quickly if they don’t watch me, but I’ve always come back.  Sometimes I run waaaaay down the street.  It used to worry my mom, and she would send her girls to get me.  The closer they got, the faster I’d run away!   It was a game I liked to play.  Mom didn’t think I was very funny!  That’s when she told the girls to quit chasing me.  When I run down the street, they go inside and close the big door.  That’s NO FUN at all.  So, now, I just run about 2 houses away and come right back.

           

  I don’t think another family would take such good care of me and make me feel so special.  So, I’m not going to run away from *this* family.  Not at all.

  I’m two years old today.  They keep talking about birthday presents and a party for me.  I’m not sure what that means, except lots of people sing to you.

  I can’t believe I’ve only lived here for 6 months.  It feels like my whole life!

  I thank God for my nice family and how well my life turned out. 

                

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