Yesterday was my Gotcha Day.
Five years ago, I lived with a irresponsible boy who couldn’t take care of himself, much less take care of me. I spent a lot of time at home by myself. I ate a lot fast food scraps. My hair was long and gross and smelly. He decided that it was time to take me to the shelter. That’s when he did a really nice thing for me. Instead of taking me to the shelter in the small town where we lived, he decided to take me to the big shelter in BC when he went there on vacation. The little shelter said I probably wouldn’t get adopted, since I was smelly and itchy and my butt looked like a stoplight. At the big shelter, I would get a second chance at a better life.
Those big, metal flying birds are scary as woof!
We took one to BC. I had to go in my kennel and ride in the big scary cargo hold. Never again. NEVER AGAIN. I’m not getting anywhere near that awful airplane kennel ever ever again. When the boy’s friend picked us up at the airport, the boy asked if they could make one quick stop; to drop me off. That’s when the boy’s friend did the smartest thing he has ever done.
He said, “If I take this dog to the shelter, my girlfriend will kill me.”
That man was the Daddy and he was right. Instead, he brought me home. From the second the Mama unclasped the kennel and opened that door, I knew I was home. I sprang out and kissed her on the nose. That was it. the Mama and I were in love.
This is me, the first day I lived with Mama.
I had a vicious ear infection.
The hat was to increase air flow to my ear canals
and help them dry out after Mama put the ear mixture in.
This is me with the Auntie Rissy, on my first Gotcha Day.
the Crown served no purpose,
except to make Auntie Ris happy.
I didn’t mind. I was just so happy to be home.
A lot has changed since that Gotcha Day.
I really hit the jackpot here, you guys. Talk about a rags to riches story!
Look at me now?
What is with this family and hats?!
For serious? I barely tolerate the hats.
This year, my Gotcha Day was called on account of rain.
I guess that’s why the call this the “rain coast’. We had big plans, but they were totally foiled. We were going to do my two favourite things; Go for a big walk and play at the park. The Mama, bless her heart, was still game. She leashed us up and off we went.
We made it to the end of the street.
Kolchak was whining like the Mama was making him walk on hot coals, I was soaked to the skin and I looked like a drowned rat and even though the Mama had an umbrella, she was dripping wet and her wool coat smelled like a wet beaver. Can we pleeeeeease go home, Mama?
We celebrated at home.
It was pretty cool! The Mama gave me an all over full body doggy massage. Oh, you have no idea pups! That feels sooooooo good. Then we shared treats of Peanut Butter and Banana Bread (Check out
Two Little Cavaliers tomorrow for the recipe – it’s pup and people friendly!) Then later, she surprised me with liver tarts! OMD,
jackpot.
And I got presents!
Nothing rocks my world like giant toys. You see that sock monkey in the middle? He is TWO FEET TALL!! **awesome pawesome*
Even though we got rained out, it was a pretty good Gotcha Day.
And this is a pretty good life. I’m a very lucky boy.
I ♥ you, Mama. Your Felix.
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