Hey, while I’m chewing on this stick in Our front yard, I want to give you a head’s up. (Sorry I’ve got my back to you.)
Next Monday, that’s Observed Memorial Day this year where We live, is my Gotcha Day so be on the lookout for some baby pix. Of me of course. That whole week We’ll be remembering what it was like when I was just a baby wee lad. Timid, afraid, mistreated – you name it.
But not anymore! I’m all happy at the place I chose to live. (Was there any doubt?)
Thank you, Godmother Carol, for bringing the three of Us together. Make that four including you.
Without my Godmother, well, let’s just say that things would be a lot different for me.
What You Learned Today:
- I’m borrowing a phrase from my canine blogger pals: A “Gotcha Day” is the day when puppies get picked up, or delivered to, the place where they’ll live – if they’re not going to live where they were born.
- My Gotcha Day was May 31st, 2006.
- I saw Them for the very first time on May 26, 2006.
- That’s when I worked my magic and sent Them not-so-subtle messages about going to live with Them forever. (As you can see, it worked.)