January 30th 2010 7:58 am
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It's been four years since I came to my furever home. Where has the time gone? It just flew by!

I have many happy memories of my early days here with my peeps.

What I remember most is that they were just SOOO cute. I wanted to stay up all night just playing with them and looking at them, but I knew they needed their rest. After all, it was a huge adjustment for them having me in my new home.

But every time I looked at them, I just sighed. They were so sweet, making sure I had enough food and water and being concerned about me. It's as if they had these little thoughts forming in their sweet heads. I could almost SEE the thoughts formulating. "Did he poop and hour ago, or was it longer than that?" "Is he just sniffing because he's sniffing, or is he about to pee on the floor?" Awww, happy times.

Over the years, I've had some wonderful times with them and my RaRa and RaMa. And then my brother Louie came along and (after a short period of adjustment on my part) the fun REALLY began.

So far, it's been a blast. I've had some not so good times (BITTEN EAR! SURGERY! WART!) but I don't like to dwell on it. Mostly because I can't remember any of it.

I get lots of walkies, lovin' and yummy food from my peeps. They play with me, check my feet for burrs (BRRRRRRS! Hate em.) and I get to play with Louie all the time. I have a safe, warm bed to sleep in at night and all the toys a dog could want.

Life is GOOOOD.