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Waiting for My Own Furever Family

My Day at the Spa

Yesterday was wonderful! Not only did I get to see Kristin at Lucky Pup for a 2nd day in a row, but I got to hang out with Roxy and Clarice after that. Big Mama & her friend Brenna took me to Lucky Pup to get a bath. Yep, left out that part since it wasn't very fun. I really dislike water. I love almost everything, but not water. I don't like blowdryers either, we know now. And, Kristin having the perfect boutique, of course had a blowdryer that Big Mama loved.

After that visit, I got to stay with Brenna so I could play with Roxy. It was a beautiful Spring day despite being February 1st yesterday.

Rather than staying outside to play, however, I decided it was better to help Jason make soup since he was giving me carrots. I love carrots. They help keep my teeth clean, and dental hygiene is very important to me. I lost 1 tooth before checking into Camp Chaos. It may have been when I hit the ground from being tossed out the truck window, but it could have been done before then.

I really try not to think about anything prior to October 22nd when Big Daddy picked up Pearl and me from the vet. That day changed our lives forever. Before then, there was nothing good. Since then, there is nothing bad. Well, Shylee Sweet or Georgie Girl and I have played a little too rough, and one of us will end up with a cut. Typically it's thanks to Shylee because she tries to dominate our games. Big Mama & Big Daddy don't let any one of us be the alpha since they are the alpha, but Shylee Sweet still isn't all that sweet if they're not there to referee.

But with that and baths being the worst things to happen to me, Luca, the unluckiest boy turned luckiest boy in the world, you won't hear me complaining. All you'll hear from me is the sound of my sighs and snores as I cuddle up in your lap and put my head in your armpit.

Nashville Dog Parks are Hateful

So this morning I was such a good boy. I was one of the first ones to bark when the 2 dogs came running down the street without their humans. I barked really good, too, letting Big Mama know that something was awry outside our door and she needed to come help.

She took Georgie Girl with her on the trek to help the 2 doggies, but that didn't work out. I wish she would have taken me. I do pull on a leash when I see another dog, but it's just because I'm excited about making a new friend. You would do the same thing.

After wandering around the neighborhood for over an hour, Big Mama lost track of the doggies, came home, and decided she & Big Daddy would make a quick trip to the dog park with their furever dogs. The dog park is run by horrible, awful, narrow-minded, prejudiced people. I hate the dog park. I never get to go. I know I'm adoptable, a foster of Camp Chaos rather than a furever dog, but even the other fosters get to go to the dog park. Not me, though.

Have you been to the Nashville dog parks? If you have, then you'll know there is a sign on the door stating "Pit Bulls and dogs with pit bull characteristics are not allowed." Granted, I know I'm not a pit bull, that's a dirty word and we're not allowed to use it. I'm an American Staffordshire Terrier/American Bulldog mix. And, honestly, I am so beautiful. Georgie Girl thinks she has the market cornered on good looks, but my silky latte coat, big pink nose, and golden moon eyes make me the most beautiful boy. I even have a white dove on my chest to show that God is on my side. I would never have made it past that horrible October day if God weren't on my side.

God is good and has given me such a safe and loving fresh start with life. I know He will give me a wonderful furever family, too, someday. I just hope they don't live in Nashville. I would love to be near my Big Mama and Big Daddy and foster siblings, but I want to live somewhere that the dog parks won't be against me before they even meet me. The 14th Amendment, I think it is, says that's illegal, but the bass-ackward people who make the rules in Metropolitan-Nashville choose to ignore that law.

And on that note, I'm going to surf on the computer and then take a nap. When I awake, Big Mama is taking me on a field trip to Lucky Pup. I get to see my friend Kristin and her wonderful clients who love me even though I can't go to the dog park. That makes life better and takes away my hurt feelings. Someday the dog park will not ban me, I know it.

Living the Good Life

You know, back in October, before the 18th, if you told me I was going to have a fantastic life, I would not have believed you. Up until that day, I spent most of my time in a kennel without food or water. I wasn't treated well to say the least.

On the 18th, things went from bad to oh-so-much worse, and then BOOM! It was magic. Things were all of a sudden going to be okay.

On the 18th, the people who called me their owners took me and my mate, Pearl, for a ride. They were going to get rid of us. Not that I wanted to stay with them or anything, but they could have stopped the truck, for Pete's sake. Nothing like a couple of low-life hoodlums speeding down the road, tossing bulldogs out their window, and then laughing as the little old lady talking to her neighbor screams as we come rolling her way.

It took a little while for me to get my wits about me. After all, I hit the ground with the crown of my head and got a big cut there. Staples on top of your head is no fun, mind you. Neither is road rash all over your body. Pearl can second that one.

After a couple of people showed up, we were put into another car, but this time instead of being thrown from it, we were carried from it to an office where we stayed for a few days. They told us it belonged to a 'vet' and he was going to make us feel better and give us food. It was heaven. The other dogs that came in didn't look as thrilled to be there as we were, but I would guess their home had more food and attention than our home had.

Being at the vet, whatever it was, was top-notch in my book...until I checked into Camp Chaos, of course. We'll get to that wonderful & stupdendous next time I sit down to collect my thoughts.