October 14th 2012 1:08 pm
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I sit in my kennel. I get up. There's a new family there. I smile and stick out my tounge..."Eww!She's ugly!" Says the lady. They go over to my terrier friend Bo and take him to the adoption center. "Bye," He whispers. "Bye," I say back. I'm at Pet's Alive Middletown. Where I've been for my whole life. Since Puppyhood. As always.I go and curl up in the hay in my kennel/den.
The next morning I wake up. A Saturday. The main adoption day. Oh, goodie. Maybe someone would adopt me. But It wasn't likely. I knew I was ugly and fat. So I just lie down to eat breakfast. But as soon as the Santuary opens. The Mexican dude that works there that I like took me out. "Do you want to adopt me?" I woofed. He probably doesn't understand canine talk. I trotted beside him to the adoption center, where Bo went. Someone wanted to adopt me. I'd been to the adoption center before. I got adopted before, but It didn't work out. I bit their puppy. It's not MY fault though. He was asking for it! He was bothering me while I was sleeping. And that's why I don't have a kennelmate. When we got inside, I was so estatic to see a big family: 3 kids, and 2 parents, I peed right next to the bathroom. Dad put his head in his hands. More later folks!
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