Hello Everyone. Happy Sassy Sunday! I've been out to the garden recently to see if any of my favorite snack foods were ready for the picking. And guess what we found. Tomatoes! Little ones, but they were really good. I had to share with the family. And with Chili. But I got to eat mine right there at the garden fence. (Barb put a fence around the garden to keep out the deer, rabbits, and Sassys that might want to eat the veggies.)
I don't remember much about my puppyhood. I know that I was living with a real nice family in Birmingham, AL. They got me because they were told I was a Chihuahua mix and the dad in the family had allergies but was able to tolerate the other Chihuahua mix in the house. (Barb says if there is any Chihuahua in me, I must have eaten one. But that's beside the point).
Anyway, it only lasted a few months and they knew they'd have to find me a new home. The dad was just miserable with allergies to me. The family was sad but they sent me to live with the dad's secretary. I liked her, but her dog didn't like me. So that didn't last long. An older couple living nearby offered to take me in. But they didn't realize how much work a puppy can be and I was just too much for them. I'm not sure how much time I actually spent in any of these homes. It's all a blur. But I was only 9 months old when I went to live with the older couple.
When they realized they couldn't keep me, they let the original family know. (the allergy dad) They were very worried for me. Especially the little girl in the family. So the mom talked to one of her employees. He and his family were about to move to Illinois to start a new job. They only had a month left in Alabama. Would they consider giving this little dog a new home? Would Ginger, their 1.5 year old dog, let a new puppy into the house? They were willing to give me a try.
I went with the older lady to a grocery store parking lot to meet my new family. They had 3 boys and a beautiful reddish-gold dog named Ginger. Everyone got out of the car to meet me. They loved me right away and I got into that car with them. I remember being confused but I felt safe and happy with them. They didn't get too mad at me when I had an accident (or two, or three) on the carpet. They were very busy trying to get packed up to leave, but they were kind and loving to me and I felt a part of the family in no time.
They were also in the process of getting another pet to take to Illinois. Our cat, Spooky, had been a stray in the neighborhood. But that's another story. :)
Anyway, I moved with the family to Illinois and I have been a part of this happy home since then. Gosh, it's been about 6 years! That would make me about 7 years old. I got a birthday card in the mail recently from the vet's office. Barb thought it was funny since she doesn't really know when my birthday is. She just guessed based on the fact I was about 9 months old when I came to live with them. It's starting to show in my face a little. I've got a few more gray hairs around my eyes and mouth. But all in all, I think I look good. :) Next time Barb gets a good picture of my face, I'll post it for you.
Well, the story continues but that's about enough for now. Thanks for stopping by! I'm gonna hook up with the blog hop that you can find over at Life with Dogs. Link up and play along if you like!