How do I know this? Because They remember mushy stuff like that. This photo was taken shortly after I came to live with Them. Before my floppy ears stood up and my head grew into my schnoz. WoooOOOOooWeeee was I cute. Really. I ask you. Cute or what?
But enough about me.
On this day a gazillion years ago, the peeps met. And They liked each other. Now this is very important. Because if They hadn’t liked each other, They wouldn’t have started seeing each other. All those many years ago. And if that hadn’t happened, They wouldn’t have married. And if that hadn’t happened … you know where I’m going with this… then They wouldn’t have met my Godmother Carol and Godmother Carol wouldn’t have introduced Them to me and I wouldn’t be here.
Actually, I wouldn’t be anywhere because, well, you’ll just have to read about it. It’s too horrific for me to even think about.
So, you’re wondering how I can turn a story about Them into a story about me. I’m good at that.
That’s what we Scotties do. It’s all about us Scotties. Yes. That’s how the world works.
And that’s my story for today.
Next month, I’ll remind you about my gotcha day. Oh boy!
OOOOhhh…before I forget, I was in Paris in my own little virtual world on Saturday.