Pops birthday yesterday made me think of my birthday, 'xcept I don't even know when it was. All I remember is not being very happy. I was lonely and always hungry, and I guess I must have just wandered off till I got lost. I wound up in some place where people gave me a place to sleep and some food, which felt really good at first but I was locked up with a bunch of other poor suckers and we couldn't go out to play or anything. Then, one day, some really nice people came and took me away in a car. It was my first time in a car and it was awesome. I was taken to see some guy in a white coat where I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was a little sore and missing some parts. Kinda weird, but the people were extra nice to me so I got over it. Then, one day, I was taken with a bunch of other dogs to meet a bunch of people, and that was when I met Pops, Moms and Trina. I was only one year old!
Trina and I started to play right away - right there in the parking lot! Everyone said, "Oh, look! They get along!" Then Pops took me for a walk around the parking lot and talked a lot with the nice people. I was put back in my crate, where I proceeded to chew up my leash - the second one I chewed up that day! Then someone else - a teenage girl - took me out for a walk but I didn't like her much. I had already started to like Pops 'cause he was real strong and he protected me from those other dogs who were trying to bully me. The girl didn't know what she was doing. When Pops took me out of the crate a second time, I sat down and parked my butt right next to his leg and leaned against him. He reached down and petted my head, and shortly after that I was riding in his car with him, Moms and Trina, on my way to my new forever home!
Well, that was over two years ago. The day was March 18. I consider that date to be my birthday.
