My furiend Frankie has asked us to tell our adoption stories today for Thanksgiving. I don't have much of an adoption story because my Momma got me when I was 5 1/2 weeks old.
She had another doxie, Max, and he passed away in February 1999 after living a wonderful 17 years.
Momma (she didn't know Daddy yet) wasn't ready to get another dog right away. One day one of her coworkers said her neighbor's dogs just had puppies....and they were doxies! Momma agreed to go and look at them. I was 3 weeks old at that time. There were about 6 puppies there and Mom played with them all and loved on all them. She picked me up and I fell asleep in the palm of her hand....belly up. She liked my coloring too. I was chocolate and tan. So, she told the lady she wanted to get me.
Mom was planning to get me several weeks later because she was in the middle of moving. The lady called Mom the first week of August (I was born June 20) and said she needed to come and pick me up. Mom said she thought I was too young to be away from my birth mother but the lady said all the other puppies were already gone and she had someone else interested in me if she didn't come to get me.
So, I moved in with Mom and all her boxes. I was certainly too young to be away from my first home but Momma put me in bed with her that night and that made me feel more comfy. Matter of fact, I was so comfy I woke Momma up in the middle of the night pushing on her tummy.....looking for something to eat.
I am not a registered dog and was relatively inexpensive but yes, I came from a backyard breeder. Mom and Dad don't care where I came from they love me no matter what and that is what I am most thankful for today!
As most of you know, my Grandma has been sick after having her surgery 3 weeks ago. Well, she went back to the hospital on Tuesday. Her bowels are not waking up after her surgery. She said this time the doctors won't let her go home until she poops. I told her I poop a few times a day and since Mom or Dad always picks up my poo we could give her some. She said that won't work and then laughed at me. I tried!
About this picking up our poo....why do parents do that? It doesn't make me to happy. I spend a lot of time making sure I find the right spot to leave that and work hard to make sure it is perfect. Then they come along and pick it up and put it in the trash! My parents are totally crazy!
Sorry, lost my train of thought there for a moment. I know you are but please continue to keep my Grandma in your thoughts and prayers. We REALLY appreciate it.