March 13th 2008 9:58 pm
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I remember my sister and I being dropped off at the SPCA. My sister had no trouble getting adopted but I was different. I had a very notifiable under bite, the tip of my tail was broke and I was DEAF.
The workers they held me and loved me all day and finally they remember some people that didn't mind a less than perfect baby. They called them and in no time they were here to take me home with them.
My new mom carried me around on her hip like a little baby. She took me to a place called Three Dog Bakery. Got me a coat and a collar and leash. It was a great day.
When we got home, I meet my new family. They were so many and we all got a long great. I was only 10 weeks old.
Mom would sit up with me at night and hold and sing to me cause I was scared sleeping by myself in such a big bed by her bed but I was too little to run free just yet.
She would sit with me or lye on the floor by me and hold me til I was to tired to stay awake any longer. She was all ways gone when I would wake up but my new sister was there to take care of me til she got back home.
My new sister became my second mom until mom got home.
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