|The Life of a "Saint"|
Well Mommy said that I need to find a way to keep “interested parties” updated in my own way rather than taking up her status bar on Face Book. Silly mommy! So I guess I better start by tell you that I wasn’t always with my Mommy. I used to live with a man in Waterloo, Ny but that’s a long story for another day.
I came to live with them (they really weren’t FAMILY yet) on August 13, 2010. She and the man from Waterloo arranged to pick me up at a truck stop because they both thought it would be easier on me. I was nervous and a little scared but I was brave and thought the 2 little skin kids looked nice so I kissed them. I love little kids! They aren’t scared of me and always taste good! The man from Waterloo put me in the van with the 2 skin kids and it was off to a place called Buffalo.
I was a little scared but the lady kept telling me what a good boy I was and the skin kids were petting me really nicely and the man kept giving me treats. I knew then that this was going to be a good thing so I stopped whining. The ride took a long time but it’s ok because I like the car. =). I got to their house, and the lady let me out to go potty.
She said “Welcome Home, Little Boy”. “HOME”, It’s kind of funny cause I didn’t know that I wasn’t “home” before. What is “HOME”? For that matter what is “FAMILY”? I know the words, even if I can’t speak them. But now I have to wonder if this is “HOME” then these 2 legs must be “FAMILY”, Right?
This Diary will be my story. My life, as I discover my new home and “family”. We’re going to have a good time.