Hello, everybody. Little One, here. What’s shakin’?
Exactly one week ago today I celebrated one year of living with my writer. That’s right. It’s already been a year since my writer brought me home. I have to admit, I was a little nervous that day. Okay, a lot nervous. How would you feel if some weird lady took you away from your home and brought you someplace new? And let me tell you, my writer is weird.
I settled in quickly, though, and I really like my house now. I have even graciously allowed my writer to continue living in it!
And guess what? My writer’s family threw a party to celebrate one year of having me in their lives!
I know, it’s about time that they acknowledge something in my life, right? I celebrated a birthday and nothing. I graduated from puppy classes and did anyone acknowledge my accomplishment? Nope! But last week they threw a party to celebrate me! How cool is that?
My writer’s parents and her sister and her sister’s family were there. My BFF-who-doesn’t-know-it-yet spent the evening at my house too. Of course, while they sat at the table eating delicious smelling food I was on the floor hoping someone would be so kind as to drop a tidbit or two. I didn’t really think that was fair.
|Sorry for the blurry picture. Apparently my writer wasn’t able to get a decent picture of me on my big day. But you can see my BFF-who-doesn’t-know-it-yet in the background.|
But then when my writer’s nephew got up from the table I jumped up on his chair and was given a little bit of food. It was good!
Happy One Year Anniversary to me!
Until next time, friends, keep those tails waggin’!