Here's me the day Mom brought me home. Boy, was I cute!
(Still am, BTW)
Blog Entry 6
Mom says we need to focus on the happy things in life, otherwise we stay sad.
To help me get over Leela's death, she asked me to think of the fun times I've had with my family.
The first thing I remember is how excited I was to come into a new house with another dog in it. I was kept separate from my own mom after they weaned me, and my brothers and sisters had already been sold weeks before Mom came to fetch me. (What took her so long???)
So one of my earliest great memories is of meeting Tuffy. What a blast!
I really enjoyed having Mom pull me downhill on a purple plastic saucer that Sophie's mom lent us. It feels kinda weird but kinda fun at the same time.
And having great friends helps!