January 5th 2010 7:49 pm
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Just wanted to give you a quick update. It's been 18 days since I got adopted. Thats 5 more days then the last time, and things couldn't be better!
My foster mom and sister, Giir came and met me and my new mom at the dog park to get some play time in. I was so excited to see Giir and my foster mom, my tail just couldn't wag any faster. She gave me lots of hugs and kisses and told me how much everyone was happy for me that I had found a new home. I am too!
The dog park was so much fun! My mom knew she wouldn't be able to get me away from there, but I was more than happy to follow Giir right to the car and head home, it was very chilly out. There is talk of us getting snow!? What's snow.... by the sound of it none of the humans are excited about it, it is the south after all.
If its nice on Saturday, and there is none of this stuff they are calling snow, my foster mom told me that she'd be happy to meet us back here for more play time, in the sun which will hopfully be warmer!!! I didn't mind but I know I'll get to stay longer if my human is happy and warm.
Enjoy the new picture, it's of me and Giir playing!!!!
December 22nd 2009 8:42 am
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Do you wonder who Dave is? Dave is my new 11 month old grey tabby brother!!!!!
How did I get a brother?
Well.... I GOT ADOPTED!!!!!! (again) This time for good!!!!! (cross our paws)
It happened on Saturday. My foster mom got a call from one of the wonderful ladies that works with Save a Life the organization I was through here in Georgia. She asked if she was bringing me in today. She said no, but then she told my foster mom that she had a couple here that wanted to met me.
WHAT!?!?!?! Well my foster mom said we would be there in 15 minutes, and she rushed to get me ready. I had been frolicking in the mud outside, so I had to get cleaned up quickly and put on my collar and vest. Grab all my stuff and off we went. I loved them, and they loved me too! They also adopted a kitten.. That's DAVE! and we hit it off right away.
We walked around the store getting everything we both needed, new bowls, litter box, food, litter, toys, and treats! After that was all done, my new parents came over to my foster moms to pick up my crate and any last minute things that she forgot about. Like the awesome stocking she had hidden away with yummy goodies for me!
Then my first night at my new home Dave, my new brother kept following me around. Which I was ok with. I had my crate all set up and plenty of raw hides to enjoy.
Live is good,
and I have a furever home for Christmas and beyond!!!!!
300... and yes. My name is staying 300
December 16th 2009 8:23 pm
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Puppies and kitties are not ment to be given has gifts that will not be treated right, and loved like family should be. I know, my foster mom found me with a chain and padlock attached to my collar 4 months ago, I was under fed, and covered in fleas. I was filthy and stained and I had fur missing. I'm just looking for a great home.
Enjoy this poem my foster mom found,
and MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
With no thought of the dog filling their head.
And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Knew he was cold, but didn't care about that.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Figuring the dog was free and into the trash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of midday to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Santa Claus with his eyes full of tears.
He unchained the dog, once so lively and quick,
Last years Christmas present, now thin and sick.
More rapid than eagles he called the dog's name,
And the dog ran to him, despite all his pain.
"Now, DASHER! Now, DANCER! Now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! On CUPID! On, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Let's find this dog a home where he'll be loved by all"
I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year,
For Santa Claus had made one thing quite clear.
The gift of a dog is not just for the season,
And we’d gotten the pup for all the wrong reasons.
In our haste to think of giving the kids a gift
There was one important thing that we missed.
A dog should be family, and cared for the same.
You don't give a gift, then put it on a chain.
And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight,
"You weren't given a gift! You were given a life!"