I Used To Be Called Weasel

I Used To Be Called Weasel

My memory is a little fuzzy because I'm getting a little older now. But, a long time ago, they used to call me "Weasel." Whenever Dad (Big R) got me from the jail (dog pound) they said that my first owner had taken me there because I was killing chickens. Now, I am not particularly fond of chickens. However, I don't even recall killing any chickens. I might've tried to play with some chickens and pawed them a little hard, but I never meant to hurt anything or anyone. So, somehow, I was named after that creepy little rodent "Weasel."

Well Dad (Big R) and mom decided that I was just too cute to be called "Weasel." After all, I was only 9 months when they saw me staring through the jail fence. I wagged my tail and they fell for me right away. For about a week everyone in the family kept thinking of names for me, but I was just so cute, that "Puppy" seemed to stick.

Sometimes they call me "Puppy Boy" or "Big Boy." I like my name. I'm easy going and I think it fits me just fine