Adoption Day!

Sunday was exactly 3 years since my adoption day!  That got me thinking about my adoption day.  It was scary and exciting and unexpected and it turned out to be the happiest day of my life.  I wasn't so sure at the time, though.

I was living with my wonderful foster family and spending my days at Doggie Deli.  Doggie Deli is the best place on earth for puppies to spend their day.  There are great treats and toys everywhere, and other friendly puppies were coming in all day.  My foster family was very nice to me.  The only very minor problem was that there was so much excitement all the time.  I'm a calm pup by nature and it could be a little overwhelming at times.  I was very, very, very happy, though!

One day, two people came in who I had met once before.  They were very nice, but they didn't have a puppy with them.  This time, though, they bought a whole bunch of great stuff for puppies like food, treats, and toys.  I thought that they were going to make some puppy very happy. 

I was very surprised when they put a collar and leash on me and took me to their car!  This didn't really seem right since nobody else took me to their car before.  My bed was in their car, which was even weirder.  They put me in my bed and then started driving.  Yikes!  I think they made a mistake.

However, while one of the people was driving, the other kept talking to me softly and calmly and told me how happy I was going to be.  There was something soothing about the voice that made me believe that it was true.

Finally, we got to the house and went inside.  It was nice, but I was feeling pretty worried.

I was pretty worried at first...Would these people treat me nice like my foster family, or would they treat me mean like the people I met when I was born?  Would they remember to play with me, walk me, and most importantly, would they remember to feed me?

Guess what!?  They remembered all of those things and more.  When they saw how worried I was, the first thing they did was give me a cookie from Doggie Deli.  Once they did that, I knew that I was in a loving, happy home!

I knew I was loved (and would be fed)I was very happy the rest of the evening until nighttime.  At night, my people put me in my bed in the food room and then went to the sleeping room without me!  I was so sad to sleep by myself.  I'm supposed to sleep in the sleeping room with my pack!

I cried and cried.  I cried and cried and cried and cried so the people would know that they forgot me.  After many hours, they finally heard me and then moved my bed to the sleeping room. 

And that is where I have happily slept every night since!