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Prince Matty

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Tag-o-Rama

I have been tagged by Monkey!
Here are the rules (Hint: copy & paste the rules so you don't have to type them again):

Each player starts with 7 random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged need to post in their Diary-- the rules and their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs (or cats) to tag and list their names. Don't forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been tagged.

Here are my 7 facts:
1. I do a funny "dance" when I go potty= the "potty dance".
2. When I get really excited, I run in circles around the house like a racehorse. It's really funny to watch.
3. Sometimes I won't eat until someone hand-feeds me a few bites. I will even sit nearby and cry until I get my way.
4. I follow Mommy EVERYWHERE! She even has a little pouch she carries me in.
5. When you try to clip my nails, I will attack. I'm the funniest villian you've ever seen.
6. I get the royal treatment from everyone I know. I truly am a Prince.
7. I'm one of a kind!

I am tagging:
Maggie Marshmallow 471195
Baby 612592
Felix 339646
Cuddles 619537
Samuel Adams 286162
Nalani Ba Yue 408530
Meggy 33292

How Mommy saved me (the rest of my ARRIVAL STORY)

Right away, Mommy started asking questions about me. She was mad when she found out that one of their rules was that I had to stay there for a while to see if my old owners came to get me. (I hoped they wouldn't.)

The next day, she brought my daddy and the rest of my new human family to meet me. As soon as Daddy saw me, he knew too, that we just had to be together. He told Mommy to get me out of there right away, and then he left. (He was too sad to stay because he wanted to take all the pups home. My daddy LOVES animals and HATES to see them cry.)

After that, my Mommy came to the pound to see me every afternoon for almost a wek. The longer I stayed there, the sadder she got when she had to leave. One day, she stayed for over an hour in front of my cage and talked to me. She cried a lot that day because she was sorry she had to leave me there. She wanted to scoop me up and hug me and kiss me and never let me go.

After 5 days, I would finally have the chance to leave that place. What I didn't know is that Mommy had been worrying about this all week because she already loved me so much that she couldn't stand the thought of not having me forever. She knew that she (and the rest of my family) would take better care of me than anyone else in the world. Not only that, but I already loved her too, so I just had to go home with her.

One day, when she came to see me, there was another lady talking to me in front of my cage, but as soon as I saw Mommy, I ran to her and started crying for her. I wanted her to take me home so bad, but like I said, she was worried that she might not be able to. There are several reasons why: 1) My old owners might come for me, and even though Mommy thought I might have been happy with them once, she promised she would love me more than they ever did, that she would never let me be sent to this awful place again, and that she would always come back for me. 2) My paperwork that was hanging on my cage said I was very thin. If the vet thinks I'm too sick to be adopted right now, they might send me to a rescue home until I regain my strength. 3) Some other people wrote their names on my paperwork to show that they were interested in adopting me too. When that happens, they draw numbers to see who gets to take me home.

That night, Mommy cried again before she went to sleep. She was so scared that someone else might try to take me home or that the vet wouldn't let her have me. She hated the thought of that because she knew she could take great care of me and love me so much that I would be healthy before they knew it.
Mommy took the next 2 days off of work. One was because she wanted to be at the pound extra early, so she could be first in line for me. The other was because she didn't want me to be alone, and because she didn't ever want to leave me again.

That was the best day of my life! It turns out that none of the other people showed up to try to get me. It's a good thing for them because Mommy was prepared to kick and scream until they gave up anyway. (She was already in tears at the very thought of not taking me home.) They would have probably thought she was crazy and said she should calm down because "it's just a dog", but to Mommy, I would never be "just a dog"; I was the love of her life.

I'm the luckiest pup in the world because I now have the best family I could ever ask for, and to this day, no matter how long Mommy is gone, she keeps her promise to always comes back.