I'm Frasier. My full name is Frasier Davenport. I have a last name too. It's the same as Mommy's and Daddy's. Add up all three of my names and they're bigger than me. That's me in the purple shirt. I never wore clothes until I came here. I've lived with Mommy and Daddy and my bubba for a whole month now. Bubba is huge! I'm not sure what he is really, but Mommy says, "Kitty kitty kitty," and he comes running. I dunno what that means but I come too when I hear it.

I just turned five months old and Mommy loves me so much she made a big deal out of it. When Mommy first saved me from the cage I don't think she loved me yet. I think she just needed me because she said sister had just got taken away from her. She cried lots and hugged me so tight on that long ride home the night she took me outta the cage. Daddy said sister was 16 years old. I don't know what that means but it sure makes Mommy cry a lot. I learned on the way home that when I put my face in Mommy's neck she cried harder just for a second, but then she'd squeeze me real big and start calming down. I'm gonna keep Mommy from crying any more.

Two nights after Mommy saved me from the cage, I still thought she just needed me more than she loved me. Then I fell down the tall things. I don't know what they're called but they're what Mommy carries me up to go to the other half of the house which is way up high. There's 15 of them and each one is like a big hill.

Mommy had gone up there for something - she's always doing something. She didn't know I could climb them and follow her, but I'm a big boy. I weigh five whole pounds!

Mommy turned around and saw me just as I got to the last big hill. She reached for me, but I wanted to start zoomies, so I stepped backward. When I did, I fell all the way down the big hill things. Mommy saw the whole thing. I rolled and flipped upside-down and bounced on my head. I was just too little to get my feet back under me. For me it was fun.

I landed on a big soft thing at the bottom and Daddy ran over to pick me up. Something happened to my Mommy right then. She screamed more than I ever heard any one scream and her legs folded up and she was just in the floor making funny sounds. Daddy saw I was okay and was afraid of what was happening to Mommy so he ran me up to her. Mommy said after she calmed down enough to stop crying and quit squeezing me so I could breathe that she knew in those long seconds while she was watching me flip and roll on the tall things that she truly loved me and didn't just think of me as therapy any more. Mommy stayed down on her knees for a long time holding me and thanking God that he sent an angel to help me fall down the big things safely.

Mommy has wet things all over her face while she's helping me type this because she's thinking about my sister and how she misses her and how she felt when she saw me on that long fall. I'm putting a picture of my sister at her sixteenth birthday party in here so you can see how beautiful she was. She wasn't a chihuahua like me, she was a samoyed mix. I'm going to stop having Mommy type now and go lick her face and do funny things to make her smile.

I made Mommy quit crying so we can type more. I pooped in the floor. That always works. Mommy gets all red faced and yells BAD at me then she takes me out to that yummy green stuff. Mommy is so funny. I think it's because she's so old. She'll be 40 right after I turn one in September. Anyways, I poo inside and she gets all bent outta shape, but when I poo on the yummy green stuff in the yard she gives me a yum yum and dances and claps and goes nuts. My yum-yums are so good. They're so tiny Daddy can't hardly pick them up, but Mommy gives me one every time I poo on the good green stuff.

Mommy is taking me home. Home is a place called the South. I dunno where that is, I just know my Mommy hates California real bad. Daddy is not from the South. He says he doesn't know about living in a place where everyone loves God, dogs, and guns but not necessarily in that order. Mommy says too bad to Daddy, that she's lived in his world for 5 years and now she's going home and he can come with her or not, period, end of discussion. When Mommy says that Daddy usually says okay. So, I'm going to a place called Dallas. Mommy says no more fires or floods or earthquakes. She says we'll have normal rain, heat, cold, and leaves to play in; maybe even some snow. She calls it seasons. Anyways, I don't care about all that. I just want to be with Mommy and Daddy. I used to be in a bad place.

I was born with no brothers and sisters. There were lots of chihuahuas in the house where I was born. It was fun, there was poop on the floor and no one cared. People paid the lady who lived there lots of money for the other puppies. They went to shows and won lots of money. The woman was very proud of me.

I'm a long-hair blue merle, so I'm very rare and special. I should make lots of money in shows and the lady could get paid lots of money for using me as a sire. I don't know what all that means. I just know I was treated like a king.

Then I started hearing the lady talk about me. She said there was something wrong with me. I was big. Since I was bigger than all the other puppies that people paid big stacks of green stinky paper for, I learned I could bite them and push them around. The lady let me do that for awhile because she thought I would make lots of that green stinky paper for her.

Then one night I heard they lady talking. She said it was clear - I was a misfit. I would be too big to show or breed. She put me in the backyard in a room full of cages with see through doors. I couldn't poo on the floor anymore. I had to go on a pad in my cage.

The lady told my Mommy when she came to save me NINE WEEKS after I was locked in the cage that my pee pad was washable and was cleaned regularly and that I got to play in the yard everyday. My mommy didn't believe the lady because the smell in the little room was so bad that my mommy turned a funny color.

I got out of the cage so Mommy could see me. I had not been brushed. I was a hairball and was sort of smelly. I looked up at my Mommy. I knew she was my mommy when she walked in the room. She knew I was hers when she picked me up and I hid under her yummy-tasting hair.

I was screaming in my little heart, "Pleaseeeeeeeee take me home Mommy, please please please!"

My mommy noticed when she saw my papers that the lady had only given me one shot and was even wrong about how old I was. The lady lied to my mommy about me being too young to worm or have any more shots. My mommy whispered to my daddy when the lady wasn't listening, "PAY HER, we are taking him OUT of here!"

My Daddy gave the lady some of the green stuff, but not nearly as much as what the lady got for the other puppies. My mommy was being real nice because she was afraid the lady would change her mind. Mommy signed a bunch of stuff.

Then I went in a car in Mommy's arms. I was so hairy and musty that Mommy sneezed and sneezed on the two hour ride. But, she didn't care. She held me and sang to me the whole time. We went in a place called Petsmart. I stayed inside Daddy's jacket the whole time. They bought me lots of stuff. I got to help pick out my first toy, but then they poked me back in the jacket real quick. People were asking Daddy was I an Aussie because they think blue merles can only be Aussies. They asked could they pet me. Daddy said he'd rather they didn't because I was new and scared and had not seen the doctor yet.

Then they brought me and all my new stuff home. I'll tell you all about it next time.

Mommy thinks we shouldn't think bad things about the lady that had me first because we can't know everything that happened since I was too little to remember it all and Mommy wasn't actually there. I'm just happy I'm with Mommy and Daddy now.

Mommy thinks it is so nice to find a place like this where people love dogs like me enough to want to look at me and read about me and tell her ways to help me be safe and happy. Me and Mom like looking at all the puppies here and reading about them too.

Me and Mom are doing lots of typing today. My mom writes in her journal lots. She says it's therapeutic. Since sister died though Mommy hasn't written because she knows when she opens the journal she has to talk about losing sister and she can't do that yet. I think Mommy is using this on line diary as a substitute journal and it's making her feel better. But, Mommy is afraid it's boring everyone to death.

My sister died on January 8th. Mommy took care of her for years while she had Cushings. Sister was happy and did good on a special diet. Finally though on one Saturday morning when was 16 years and 3 months old, my sister began to hurt. She had not been able to walk very well for 3 weeks. For the last week of her life Mommy had to hold her up so she could poo. Sister was still happy though. She'd lay on her little cushion and wag her tail at the things going on around her.

Mom only gives me the food my doctor says. That's all sister had too. She had prescription food because of her Cushing's. But, for the last few weeks of sister's life she got hand fed by Mommy anything she wanted! Imagine that! Oh well, my dog food is good and Mommy hand feeds me too when I'm getting a new tooth and my mouth hurts.

Anyways, on that Saturday, my sister began to cry and Mommy knew it was time. So she took my sister to the doctor and the doctor made her not hurt anymore.

Mommy doesn't remember much from the week after that. She took pills to sleep and Daddy stayed awake to watch Mommy sleep because Mommy screamed and stuff while she was asleep. Mommy's got me now, so she doesn't need those pills anymore and she sleeps better too.

Daddy began trying to find me because he knew I would be the only way Mommy would recover. Him and Mommy went to the shelters. But they learned they couldn't get a small-breed puppy there because the "rescues" patrol the kill shelters and take the puppies out immediately so people can't get puppies from shelters. Instead they must get them from the "rescue" and have to pay the rescues "donation" fee.

Mommy filled out a FIVE page application to the chihuahua rescue people. They asked her ridiculous questions that any moron who wanted a dog for the wrong reasons could answer by lying and get the dog anyway. Then they wanted as much money from Daddy as what he paid for me. Mommy cried so much at some of the questions they asked her. After going through all the questions they didn't even answer Mommy's email. They just expected Mommy to drive 3 and 1/2 hours to where they are located. Then they would decide if my mommy was good enough to get one of their chihuahuas.

Mommy is sad that they take the cute puppies immediately out of the shelters and leave the big dogs, like pit bulls, there to die. Mommy says the puppies would find homes anyways. Mommy hopes all rescues are not run like the ones in this area. She says if we win the lottery, she's gonna take all the less desirable dogs out of the shelters and find homes for them and LEAVE the cute puppies there so people can adopt them for the nominal shelter fee instead of the huge rescue "donation".

Anyways, my Daddy finally got so upset by the "rescue" people that he said Foget It! Him and Mommy stayed on the phone for hours - then - They found me!!! Yipp-ppeee!!

I'm sitting here crying about your loss, your grieving and about the happy ending too. You and Frasier are so lucky to have found each other, just like me and my Lily. I swear it was God's plan in our case because there's no way that I should have ended up with her (long story, even longer than Lily herself is able to tell in her diary ). The death of a pet leaves a big hole in our lives but mostly I think it leaves us with no place to put all that love. Nothing can mend a broken heart like a helpless dog that soaks up the love as fast as we can give it. And that's the best therapy of all.

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So, you know the rest about how Mommy saved me from the cage and they took me shopping and bought me tons of stuff. Then we came home. I wondered what my new cage would look and smell like. But guess what!!?? NO cage. I live in the house. I'm part of the family.

I'm the baby. It's just me and Mom and Dad and Bubba. When I first got here, I met Bubba. We sniffed noses a lot. He didn't try to hurt me or anything. I'm brave, I started chasing Bubba. This scared Mommy, but Bubba is nice. He lets me chase him until he's tired. Then he jumps up high so I can't reach and just smiles down at me.

Mommy brushed me all over that first night. She sneezed her head off, but just kept brushing. She said she got so much hair off of me that it was like two puppies in one. I like to eat that hair, but it gets Mommy all uptight.

I zoomed all over the house. It's huge! There's room after room after room. Daddy says I must think I'm in Disneyland. I peed and pooed all over Mommy's oriental rug. Then she took me outside. I figured that was it - I messed up and was gonna live outside. But, no, she took me right back in and gave me new food.

The food from the breeder was so greasy that it soaked through the bag and left stains in the car on the ride home so Mommy tossed that and expected me to go straight to my new food. I'm a good boy, so I did.

Mommy said it was bed time and I expected the cage. But instead she carried me up those big things that I told you I fell down and omgosh! It was another whole house up there! More rooms and rooms and rooms. I'm not allowed to play up there though. Mommy is too scared of the tall things.

I sleep in a box. My box is in a chair pulled up right beside Mommy and Daddy's bed. I can lean up on the bed if I want and Mommy can sleep with her hand on me. I wear my harness to sleep. It's attached to my leash which is attached to my chair. Mommy is afraid if I was not restrained I could get down and get hurt in the night. My leash runs through a hole Mommy poked in my box. My harness is loose enough that I can wiggle lots, but tight enough that it doesn't slip off.

Mommy is so silly. Why would I want to leave my yummy cushy blankie in my safe warm box and roam around when I can lay there and sleep beside Mommy?

I love my new house and my bubba. He is so fun to run with. Mommy says I have to let him rest sometimes because he is 12 and gets tired. One time he held me down and put his teeth on my back. He didn't hurt me, but he let me know he could if I was mean to him again. See, I was bad, I had bitten Bubba's nose. I learned the rules from that experience and now we just have fun. He sneaks up behind me and slaps my butt with his paw. This makes Mommy laugh so hard that she just has to hug us both. Sometimes we tackle each other and roll around in a big ball of fur and paws. I think I keep Bubba young and make Mommy happy too.

The worse thing that happened to me here is that I got sprayed with water and smeared all over with baby shampoo my second day. Mom was upset about all the dirt that came off of me. Me, I was just happy to get out of the water and into my yummy towel.

Mommy is gone during the day. She's a teacher. She says this means she teaches human puppies how to do stuff. Daddy works at home so I get to see him lots. Sometimes Daddy goes out too. That's when I go to the cage.

This cage is not bad though. They call it my crate. It's real big. I have a blankie and food and water in it. Bubba can visit me if he wants by sitting on top of, or outside of my cage. The most I've been in it so far is about 3 hours. I don't mind it all. I do whimper though when they first put me in it.

Whimpering makes Mommy do funny things. I can yelp or whimper when she's in the other room and she comes running, grabs me up, hugs me, "oh my baby, my baby" she says. Mommy is so funny. I'm teaching her lots of tricks.

Rachael, You said that so beautifully. Thank You.

Today was a big day. Mommy helped me type a lot this morning. Then, they took me for a car ride. I wore my seat belt. I saw lots of people and other cars. Mommy says Daddy drives like a maniac, but I thought he was doing cool zoomies.

After we got home I had to potty. I ran to the door. Mommy opened the door and I ran outside and peed. Mommy went nuts. She sang and clapped. I got a yum-yum. Then we danced. I dance on my hind legs. It was my first time to go to the door and ask to go out. I'm gonna have to remember how happy that makes Mommy.

I'm very tired after all I did today so I have to go to sleep now.

Yay for Frasier!!! Such a big day for him and his mom!

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