I got weighed as soon as I got there...they wanted me to sit but it was cold. Brrrrr...I heard them say I was 10# 2 oz. I guess that is good, I don't know.
I've been sleepy all day. Yesterday they let me play with my older sister, Fiona, and her friend, Clubber, who is a Rat Terrier. Then last night they took me to my birth mommy's house and I got to play with her and my brother, Louie.
There were two little kids there, too, Olivia and Jesse. I played with them, too. I came home really tired last night. Tomorrow I will be ready to play again!
It's a dogs life and I'm glad of it!
Sniffing and lickingly yours,
Sadie
Stu and Donna
Hi Sadie,
ReplyDeleteI am Misty, Penny's rescue dog, and I live with Paco, a foster Chihuahua, and two foster cats.
You are one good lookin' pup!
I am 15 years old, and my late Dad, and my new Mom, who rescued me after my Dad died, make me get shots too. That is life... Get used to it.
They will probably have other things done to you, too. But that is what 'hoomans' do to dogs that they love. It is part of caring.
Just be thankful that you have good parents. Some doggies get bad parents, and some never get homes. I spend 3-1/2years in a terrible place after my Dad died, till my former groomer tracked me down and adopted me.
Hang in there, kiddo, Happy Tails, Misty, TX