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My mom had just had her Gracie put down 10 days before and she knew she wasn't ready to give her heart to another dog so soon. She had some silly idea about wanting to wait a few months. Meanwhile, I had gotten rescued from an awful place called a puppy mill and somehow I found my way to a foster mommy, Ellen, in Massachusetts (that whole trip is a blur, so I can't give you any details). Ellen was real nice but I knew she wasn't my forever mommy.
Ellen knew that my mom had just lost her other dog but she wasn't about to take "no" for an answer when mom said she wasn't ready. Poor mom, she didn't have the energy to fight it so she agreed to stop by Ellen's house, just to appease her. Well, if you've seen my picture you know that my mom didn't stand a chance. One look at this face and she was a goner! Mommy took me home that same night. Guess it was just meant to be.
My name from the puppy mill was Newtie, of all things. Now, I ask you... do I look like a Newtie? No, I didn't think so. That first night mom kept calling me all these different names - Katie, Maggy, Emily, Daisy - but none of them sounded right to her, or to me either. The next day one of her friends suggested "Lily" and mom knew that would be my new name. I am, after all, her little flower. So Lily I became and I started answering to that name right away. Guess it was just meant to be.
I was so scared of everything back then! You name it, I was afraid of it. Little by little I stopped being scared of so many things. I learned how to walk on a leash (who knew you weren't supposed to just plop your butt down when mom hooked that thing on my collar?), how to do my "business" in the house in just the right places (kitchen floor = yes, mom's bed = no), how to snuggle (I didn't even know there was such a thing!), how to sleep with a blankie on mom's bed so I don't get cold at night, how to take a bath (ick, I still don't like that too much but I hafta throw mom a bone once in awhile), how to wear doggy tee shirts and sweaters and jackets, how to get belly rubs and how to give kisses. I also learned that if I shove my entire snout, nose and tongue into mom's ear it makes her giggle like crazy. I also learned to help out around the house. One of my main jobs is folding the laundry. Mom dumps the clean clothes on the bed and I fold them real good. Well, I call them "folds," mom calls them "wrinkles." Sheesh.
One of these days I'll tell you about my doggy daycare. It's the best place in the whole world, next to mommy's arms, that is. Gotta go now!
Ellen knew that my mom had just lost her other dog but she wasn't about to take "no" for an answer when mom said she wasn't ready. Poor mom, she didn't have the energy to fight it so she agreed to stop by Ellen's house, just to appease her. Well, if you've seen my picture you know that my mom didn't stand a chance. One look at this face and she was a goner! Mommy took me home that same night. Guess it was just meant to be.
My name from the puppy mill was Newtie, of all things. Now, I ask you... do I look like a Newtie? No, I didn't think so. That first night mom kept calling me all these different names - Katie, Maggy, Emily, Daisy - but none of them sounded right to her, or to me either. The next day one of her friends suggested "Lily" and mom knew that would be my new name. I am, after all, her little flower. So Lily I became and I started answering to that name right away. Guess it was just meant to be.
I was so scared of everything back then! You name it, I was afraid of it. Little by little I stopped being scared of so many things. I learned how to walk on a leash (who knew you weren't supposed to just plop your butt down when mom hooked that thing on my collar?), how to do my "business" in the house in just the right places (kitchen floor = yes, mom's bed = no), how to snuggle (I didn't even know there was such a thing!), how to sleep with a blankie on mom's bed so I don't get cold at night, how to take a bath (ick, I still don't like that too much but I hafta throw mom a bone once in awhile), how to wear doggy tee shirts and sweaters and jackets, how to get belly rubs and how to give kisses. I also learned that if I shove my entire snout, nose and tongue into mom's ear it makes her giggle like crazy. I also learned to help out around the house. One of my main jobs is folding the laundry. Mom dumps the clean clothes on the bed and I fold them real good. Well, I call them "folds," mom calls them "wrinkles." Sheesh.
One of these days I'll tell you about my doggy daycare. It's the best place in the whole world, next to mommy's arms, that is. Gotta go now!