I was born on a farm west of London. I was only there for 8 weeks, enjoying life when 2 crazy girls showed up at the farm, kidnapped me, dressed me in a red hooded sweater that was way too tight and drove off with me in a black SUV. They took me to a really tall building in the middle of a really loud city, up 27 floors and into their pad. I was pissed.
They got me lots of toys, a bowl of water that I immediately assumed was my bath, and a big fuzzy blanket. They passed me around and invited all of their friends over to tug at my fur coat. I just wanted to sleep. Bed time came and they put me in this jail cell. I cried and cried and cried and cried, until one mama came out and got me (suckers). They put me up in this big fluffy bed thing, and got up with me every 2 hours so I could pee. That is where I continue to sleep. In bed with my humans.
I travel in the car a lot, but I get to ride shotgun. Every weekend my mama’s get together and take me somewhere. We go to see my grandparents a lot. Grandma and Grandpa 1 live in Ennismore, which I love because its right on the water and there are no rules there. Grandma and Grandpa 2 live on Wolfe Island; its also wonderful because my cousins Bullet ad Gunner live there and those two pups have free reign over the lands. Last time I went to visit, we went hunting and each got our own deer leg. My mama was so mad when I got home because I had the poops for 4 weeks!
I wake up every day about 9am, I am not a morning pup. My mama gets ready for work while I lay in bed a little longer. I have to go in my crate when she leaves because I ate the couch a year ago and I'm still not trusted. One would think that we could move on, but apparently the couch was really expensive.
About 12:00pm every day I hear the key bustling in the door, and in comes my best friend Kelsey. I get soooo excited when I see her. Sometimes I am so excited that I wag my nub of a tail so hard I worry it might just blow right off. Kelsey kisses me and hugs me, and right away I get a treat for doing nothing! Even better, this means I am going to see all my friends. We call ourselves the Pups of Anarchy. Pretty much the hottest pack in all of King West, heck in all of Toronto.
Kelsey is super crae; she sings with us, dances with us, dresses up with us at Halloween, and above all that crazy Kelsey picks up our poop and doesn't even make a face when doing it! When we are done our walk, she takes me home, gives me another big hug and kiss, another TREAT and makes sure I am tucked in my bed nicely before she leaves.
Almost nap time again so signing out!