Happy 3rd Gotcha Day to me!!

It was 3 years ago today that I was adopted.

I was born in New Orleans Louisiana. My mom was a long haired Chihuahua, no one knows who my dad was. My mom was un-spayed and left to wander the streets by her so called human "parents". My siblings and I were the result. We were unwanted so we were brought to the kill shelter to be killed. Luckily a kind hearted woman happened to be there just as I was being dropped off and I was scooped up and brought to her house. I lived with her for half a year. I was a very sick little boy you see, much sicker than I am now.

Meanwhile in Owls Head Maine- My mom had just spent 7 months taking care of my uncle Gunny (a black schnauzer that actually belong to my grandparents). Gunny had cancer. When Gunny died my mom was crushed. See she loves taking care of animals even if they are sick. She loves to have a little pup following her everywhere. She had something big missing in her life. This is where I come in! After Gunny died in September she started looking on Petfinder and saw a very sad, half bald pup named Leo. She said "Oh, he's so cute and sad, he needs me". My grandma said "But this dog named Justin is so much cuter". Can you believe that?? Anyway mom said she was going to get me because I needed her and I sure did. So they called the Golden Retriever Rescue Lifeline, who were the Maine end of the rescue and got the ball rolling. It wasn't long before mom got a call from a very southern lady saying "Yes, yes, yes, you can have Leo!". See mom listed all of Gunny's doctors and after talking to them the lady said my mom was a more than suitable mother for me.

October 17th 2008- I traveled to Maine in a van. It was a long ride. We arrived at a ladies house in Biddeford Maine and there were a whole bunch of people waiting in a garage. They got their pups one by one and then I was taken out of my crate by Rocky (who has a very N'orlen accent) said "And here's ma liddle man Leo!". I was all wiggly and so excited I peed all over the front of my new mom. She was excited and she cried and hugged me so tight totally ignoring the pee on her shirt. We went to the store on the way home and my new family bought me clothes and toys. When I got to my new house I felt like I'd always lived there. It was loaded with new toys for me, clothes, blankets, yummy food. Plus kitty sisters and a kitty aunt. And of course my dad, but he was at work so I met him later.

So October 17th, 2007 may not seem like an important day, but to this pup who was thrown away it is the best day in existence.