Well ya sees, it all started withs My Girl...her longed fur a puppy of her very own...hers wanted a little girl puppy. So, Mr. Dad
Once everything was sealed and dealed withs Mr. Dad they began da search through rescues and shelters. As my luck would haves it a lot of places wouldn’t adopt out to a family with a small child, another dog, or they be living outside da rescue radius and yada yada. They searched far and wide at shelters with no doxies to be found (mum is a little breed bias). So it was withs a heavy heart mom relinquished da plan of a rescue and called da breeder where Albert came from. And guess what? Okays, I tell ya. Mr. Breeder informed mum he had ONE female puppy left. That’s right, I was da last of my litter mates to go home. Go figure. I just haves no idea why no buddy wanted me. Maybe it was da evil eye I already possessed as a wee one. Oh well, who cares, I’m glad it worked out da way it did.
Okays, ya'll still withs me? Ya'll wakes up, I'm in da middle of my story. Okays, dat betters. I continue nows.
So anyways, Mr. Breeder told me I would be going off to lives withs a little hooman girl. Oh yea, jack pot! My new girl and mum showed up almost on time. Yep, purty obvious da new mum don't haves a knack fur directions....ha, and they wanted a doxie girl. (Rule #1: if you can't follow directions, don't get a
Once I got to my new
Until next time....
Pees: Whitney's story will be posted on Thanksgiving Day