Happy New Year!

It's early in the morning of new year's eve. This is my second new year's eve inside with my mom and my sisters and brothers. And I look back, and I can't even recognize myself! I know I'm not quite there to be "normal" yet, but for a feral dog who most people assumed would never be normal, I think I can start presenting my case against that theory. This year, my mom can count the number of times she scrub my "objections" off the carpet. I usually get nervous and pant in situations where I would get scared, poop, hop into the bathtub, poop some more while keeping my mouth shut without letting any noise out! I made my mom cry a happy cry a couple of weeks ago by beating the back of the sofa mercilessly with my tail while getting a good body scratch. My mom can also take me to the vet on leash, not in a crate. I can sometimes not run away from mom when she pats me on my head while she's standing up. I'm getting there... Now I think I'll work on getting outside soon... if I get enough courage... Let's see how it goes...

Happy new year everybody!

Cold weather

The day like today reminds me of lots of unhappy memories... It's very very cold outside, and thank God I'm inside! My mom, upon coming back from a walk with Brooklyn, said she couldn't feel her ears. And I could feel that freezing cold air sneak inside whenever the door opens. I remember those days when I escaped from the vet's and wandered for 10 days. It was so cold! I got something called pneumonia because of that and was very sick for a while. Now that I think about it, I don't know if I would be alive if that kind lady from the rescue did not take me into her rescue because in my previous life, I've never known "inside". I didn't know it existed!

Now I think of my blood family who weren't so lucky as I was and had to stay behind. They didn't treat me nice, but in this kind of cold weather, nobody should stay outside! Why did those people get dogs if they didn't want them to be inside WITH them? I would never understand...

Please save a life! Don't breed or buy when shelter pets- die!!!

Every year, more than 4 million pets are systematically killed in shelters in the United States. Why you ask? They are simply not wanted by anybody. No fault of their own, they long for companionship and people to love and devote their unconditional love to. How could this be? Well, pet overpopulation. Dogs are "produced" in countless puppy mills by millers who only want money, and by BYB's (backyard breeders), some of them in it for money, some of them "think" they are doing the society good by providing us with the offsprings of their own cutest, more beautiful dogs, not realizing that they are just adding to the pet overpopulation problem in the US.

You can find so many adoptable dogs at your local shelters and rescues, and if you feel you can handle it, so many dogs that need some directions could also be found. There are no bad dogs, only bad owners.

So please... check out your local shelters or rescues before you buy. Here is a great site my mom first saw me from: www.petfinder.com