Two weeks ago I lived with really bad people. I had 42 puppy brothers and sisters. Finding food was hard. Finding love was even harder. My hair was never brushed and I just saw a dr for the first time. I was taken from that house and put in puppy prison. I was really scared, but my cell mate was ok. I'm just happy that mom saw my mug shot on line and decided she had to spring me.
My mom said I'm blind in one eye and may be deaf in one ear. I had a bad infection. It hurt really bad. Mom loves me anyway and I love her. She carries me around because I get really scared and want to hide under the bed. I like it when she carries me. She also lets me sleep beside her. I like that a lot.
There are lots of other pets in the house but there is always enough food and love for everyone. Mom said she is going to teach me what toys are and a leash so we can go for walks outside.
Having this little baby home for the last few days has been interesting. Westley does not like other dogs, but he has taken to little Max. The cats are fascinated with this little boy that is scared of everything. At first he would sneak in to the kitchen to eat. Now he will eat in front of me, but unless I carry the food to a room so its away from the other animals, he just grabs a mouth full and runs off to hide. I can't even imagine the horror this sweetie has faced in his life.