My new dad and mom picked me up today and although I had already said goodbye to 5 of my brothers and sisters it was tough to say goodbye to my mom Ruby and brothers and sisters and Uncle Rhys and Melissa. Actually, it wasn't too tough...I'm a dog...I didn't know what was going on!
I had a nice car ride home, sitting on my mom Nisa's lap, sitting on the console in the Tahoe, and even sitting on my dad Jeff's lap when we were stuck in a traffic jam in the tunnel from Windsor to Detroit. I never whined once! Dad and mom were so proud!
When we all got home, I played outside for a bit, a little unsure of my new surroundings, and did some wizzums (that's slang for pee...by the way, you'll probably read a lot of slang for pooping and peeing...and a whole lot of other stuff).
Grandpa Dan and Aunt Julianne came over and I was so happy to meet them! We played and, boy, that Julianne I think I'm going to really like to play with! We talked about meeting Grandma Joy tomorrow and I can't wait until Christmas when I can meet Aunt Jessie, Uncle Matt, and especially cousin Cody!!! We opened up all my toys and played for about 1-2 hours until I just couldn't do it anymore. My new family be damned...I was going to go to sleep.
So I slept. And I slept. And I slept. And I really wasn't going to roused up even to say goodbye to Dan and Julianne. What can I say? I was tired!
I eventually woke up and played a bit more, ate my first meal at my new home (yum!), and took my first dump in the back yard. My mom was quick to pick it up in the baggie! I love how she cleans up after me...and I think I heard my dad say that that was going to always be mom's job!! Oh, by the way, my accident total in the house for the first night was just two pee-jobs. Not too bad.
My crate was in mom and dad's room and then I slept.
Dad got up with me at 3am and put on this really stupid looking hat...I mean, it had headlights on it! (Thanks great aunt Diane!) But I really didn't need to go pee. We didn't talk much or play and I soon went back to my crate to sleep. I heard my mom talking about me in her sleep! And I heard dad toss and turn...later hearing him say he was thinking about me all night and just couldn't sleep. Mom got up with me around 5am and I did some pee-peetza. What a good boy I am! At least that's what she said (that, by the way, is the title of one of my favorite songs so far by Wilco).
We go up for the morning at about 7am...played, ate, pooped (outside...yeah!) and pee'd (outside...yeah! and inside..boo!) and then took a nap.
Thought on my first 12 hours at my new home? To quote Annie as she arrives at Daddy Warbucks mansion..."I think I'm gonna' like it here" (I know...quoting musical lines? Super gay...blame it on my dad...I'll grow out of it).
I had a nice car ride home, sitting on my mom Nisa's lap, sitting on the console in the Tahoe, and even sitting on my dad Jeff's lap when we were stuck in a traffic jam in the tunnel from Windsor to Detroit. I never whined once! Dad and mom were so proud!
When we all got home, I played outside for a bit, a little unsure of my new surroundings, and did some wizzums (that's slang for pee...by the way, you'll probably read a lot of slang for pooping and peeing...and a whole lot of other stuff).
Grandpa Dan and Aunt Julianne came over and I was so happy to meet them! We played and, boy, that Julianne I think I'm going to really like to play with! We talked about meeting Grandma Joy tomorrow and I can't wait until Christmas when I can meet Aunt Jessie, Uncle Matt, and especially cousin Cody!!! We opened up all my toys and played for about 1-2 hours until I just couldn't do it anymore. My new family be damned...I was going to go to sleep.
So I slept. And I slept. And I slept. And I really wasn't going to roused up even to say goodbye to Dan and Julianne. What can I say? I was tired!
I eventually woke up and played a bit more, ate my first meal at my new home (yum!), and took my first dump in the back yard. My mom was quick to pick it up in the baggie! I love how she cleans up after me...and I think I heard my dad say that that was going to always be mom's job!! Oh, by the way, my accident total in the house for the first night was just two pee-jobs. Not too bad.
My crate was in mom and dad's room and then I slept.
Dad got up with me at 3am and put on this really stupid looking hat...I mean, it had headlights on it! (Thanks great aunt Diane!) But I really didn't need to go pee. We didn't talk much or play and I soon went back to my crate to sleep. I heard my mom talking about me in her sleep! And I heard dad toss and turn...later hearing him say he was thinking about me all night and just couldn't sleep. Mom got up with me around 5am and I did some pee-peetza. What a good boy I am! At least that's what she said (that, by the way, is the title of one of my favorite songs so far by Wilco).
We go up for the morning at about 7am...played, ate, pooped (outside...yeah!) and pee'd (outside...yeah! and inside..boo!) and then took a nap.
Thought on my first 12 hours at my new home? To quote Annie as she arrives at Daddy Warbucks mansion..."I think I'm gonna' like it here" (I know...quoting musical lines? Super gay...blame it on my dad...I'll grow out of it).
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