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.