I'm in my new home now. I had a ruff night, not being able to sleep in my favorite spot...unfimilaur smells...my favorite toy no where to be found, how was I supposed to sleep? And to top it all off I was called the pound puppy by the other two dogs in the house...it wasn't meant to be mean but it did hurt my feelings. I've heard about the pound...throw away dogs. I never thought I would be a throw away dog...I'm 3 and a half years old, being middle age lessend my chances of being adopted. People usually want puppies, and if your an old dog you may as well hang up your leash and collar. So I guess I was lucky to be adopted so fast.
Funny...I don't feel lucky.
Just found your blog. This post almost had me in tears. I recently "adopted" a pek...in a most unusual way. I too could not imagine how he must have felt. However, he has settled in very well. I'll be back to read more since this breed is new to me.
ReplyDeletehi, I'm glad you found my little spot on the web. I would love to hear your adoption story and see your beautiful peke face. Gotta love a smushed face :)
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