2015 has been a rough year for me, no pun
intended. Everything changed so much when my family left me in that scary place with a whole bunch of other dogs. It was so loud in there; I didn’t even
know what I was supposed to do.
I’m used to living in the cold but at
least I had my little house. I wasn’t sure what I
was doing there but I eventually figured out my family wasn’t coming back for
me. I couldn’t believe it; I had been with them my entire 53 years of life! 
Then this boy came along and saw me. He took me out to the yard and played with me! I wasn’t so
sure about him because a lot of people had come and gone, and he did just that.
He came and he left, but later that day I saw him again and before I knew it
they had me harnessed, leashed, and out the door. We had a weird first few
days. He was camping with his family so I was surrounded by a bunch of people
and 5 other dogs. I also learned not to put my nose up against a fire pit.
Ouch!
Fast forward to today, and life is
pretty good. I get to sleep inside, and not only that, my boy actually made me
sleep on his bed with him. My old family would never let me do such a thing so
I thought it was a trick at first but now it’s pretty great, and I even take up
¾ of it now. What can I say? I like to sprawl.
He does have to leave for work every
day, which totally bums me out. I always know it’s about to happen because
he’ll put on his work clothes. But he always comes back in the middle of the
day to check on me and give me pets. Sometimes I think that dad bit off more
than he could chew with me, but I’m training him slowly. He tries to make me
hurry up when we go outside, but I like to smell things. How will I know if I
miss out on something if I don’t stop to smell it? I do miss being outside, even
though the bed situation is pretty nice.
He’s a good dad. He loves me a whole
bunch and I love him even more. Every day after work I run down the stairs into
the living room and he gets down and his hands and knees and plays with me.
Even in his work clothes! He takes me on hikes, adventures to the snow (which really isn't my favorite, but at least I get to go),
drives, and even to his friend’s house with other dogs. He has a lot of nice
friends who give me pets too. There’s no lack of love in this new life.
Even when I make him mad (like that time
I pooped on his new rug) he usually just lets out this dramatic sigh and
complains to mom. Or at least I’m pretty sure she’s my mom. She got me my pretty
pink collar for Christmas. Then dad will joke about taking me back to the pound because he thinks he's funny. But at the end of the day when I come up to him and he pulls me up
onto his lap, I know he’s not taking me anywhere no matter how much of a pain I
am. In fact, it’s become a fun game for me to play to see how much I can get
away with. However, when he uses his serious voice, or calls me Lulubelle
instead of Luly, I know he means business. It’s a give and take.
Despite all of the hardship (like my new brother Bert the cat, who is such a dick) I love my new home: tons of food, a warm bed,
and parents who love me. Maybe Bert and I will get along one day. I’m still
unsure about him, but life is pretty good and I'm happy that I’ve found the place where I’ll
finish out my doggy days.
