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It's been a long hard road....but worth the travel

My first two years at home with Mom

Lord, I didn't think that Mom was going to make it.

I couldn't help that I was abused. In the beginning I reall liked to take my anger and frustrations out on her furniture - eating cushions, couches, some king of expensive pillow - temerpedic something or other...yummy. I didn't know if she was the "real thing". I was so scared when she resuced me that I couldn't even hear the doftest words of critisism without rolling over and peeing. My self esteem was crap (thanks alot stupid person that owned me before) and I was freaked out even by the slightest noise. I didn't even like toys with squeakers because they scared me.

Now, I have it made in the shade. OK, I still can't walk very good on a leash and I did break Mom's right hand ring finger when I pulled away one day (at least I ran towards the door and not the road...puppy steps). I am still a little bit stubborn but hey - I am a 21 year old stud who has finally come out of his shell. I need to party it up a little.

Now things are better and my ego has been slowly built back up things are great. I love every toy that my Mom brings home...if it is a stuffed animal. I love running in the house first thing when she gets home and grabbing the first toy I can find. I have also started doing the "wild puppy run". I had always heard other pups barking about it and how much fun it could be but until I was more confident I just didn't have it in me. Now - whoo-eee!! The smile that it brings to my Mom's face is worth everything.

I am the easy going one of the family. I sleep at the foot of the bed - always with my body and face towards the door. Pixie thinks she is such a great watch dog but her head is under the covers when we sleep!! Yea, who see's things first?? Me!!

I love to fetch (ok sometimes I bring it back but like I mentioned above I am a studly 21 year old boy and there has to be a little resistance), I learned to sit on my hind legs and give that :o) I love you look, I can catch treats in the air and I am not a food whore like my sister. I take bits nice and slow from Mom's hand and she always praises me.

Well, I need to go and chew on Pixie's leg. I swear that it taste like steak and that is why I keep coming back.

Oh, if you read this please tell others to give us pound pups a chance. And, remember that it really does take a while (about 2 yrs.) for us to believe you and trust that you will not do us harm. So - tell them to have patience and we will reward them with a life time of love and of course kisses. I work on rewarding my Mom every day.

Woof!

Figaro (Figgy)