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.
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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’!
Little One
Oh, Little One! Sitting on the floor while everyone eats is never fine, but I know you had a wonderful time anyway. Happy one year anniversary with your writer, who loves you so much! đ
Thank you! It was nice to celebrate with my writer… she's all right. đ
Thank you! It was nice to celebrate with my writer… she's all right. đ
Thank you! It was nice to celebrate with my writer… she's all right. đ