A wonderful thing happened to me just over a week ago. Sunday August 28th was my Birthday.
Now, that might not be that much of a milestone for some. It’s just another birthday you might say. Everybody has them. Once a year they come around. But for me, I didn’t know if I’d get another birthday.
You see, when I was found by my rescuer Ryo, I had behavior she knew wouldn’t make it in a shelter. So she made the decision to ask a foster to take me in. So I went to a foster home where I exhibited the most incorrigible, outrageous, ostentatious behavior you have ever seen in a dog. Well, maybe you’ve seen worse, but to Sara and her husband, I came to be known as “Chucky,” that awful doll in that movie that turns into a terror.
And terror I was. Sara’s husband even called me unadoptable at one point. But Sara didn’t give up on me. She hired a behaviorist to help to manage me, she tirelessly trained me on her own day and night to try to get me to behave, she loved me and cuddled me (when I let her), all the while wondering if I would ever have a life like a normal dog.
I was just under a year the vet said when Sara fostered me. Four months I lived with her and then these new Peeps took me in. I’ve been here almost eleven months now. You won’t believe what they did.
Mom and Dad Peep sang Happy Birthday to me (they were pretty bad, but I’ll give them a B+ for effort). They gave me a brand new toy: a stuffed gray kitty cat with cute eyes that I like to carry around. And they put candles in the middle of tiny little pieces of cheesecake. After they lit the candles, wished me Happy Birthday again, and then helped me blow them out, they ate the cheesecake and gave me a yummy chicken treat.
At the end of my birthday, the day I never thought I would reach, I was tuckered out. So I did what I like to do. I stuck my feet in the air and vegged. Happy Birthday to me!