By: Mala
Mom got home early Monday morning after being away for a week. She was sleepy after her overnight flight from Hawaii, but excited to tell me she thinks I should share my diary with you. Mom asked me to share the first two entries, from the day I met her and the day she brought me home.
I didn’t know at the time, but the night between our first meeting and her coming to pick me up, she and Dad had to decide whether adopting a puppy together would work, since they didn’t live together yet and had only been together for less than a year. What if their relationship didn’t work out? Also, Dad had never had a dog of his own before. Lucky for me, Mom told him I was special and couldn’t help but think I was meant to be with them. I would learn all of this later, of course, after they adopted me, but I wanted to let you know why they didn’t take me home right away.
Here are the first two entries from the diary of my life… Let us know if you like reading my story so we know whether to keep posting more.
May 16, 2015
What is this wonderful place? There’s so much green grass and friendly people. I wasn’t sure what to think when my sister and I were scooped up, put in a strange cage, and driven from our dusty home in New Mexico to Colorado, but this is glorious! The sun is shining, and people are “oohing” and “ahhing” over how cute I am.
My little sister is being pushy. She must be much hungrier than I am, so I let her have the last of the food in the bowl. We’ve been here for a couple of hours now, and I need a nap.
But wait, who are these sweet people? A woman and a man are talking to my keeper. The woman sits down on the grass and scoops me up in her hands. I wriggle toward her face and give her a good lick. She laughs and spins me around to look at a beautiful dog who appears to be with her. The dog turns her back on me and looks out toward the trail they just came from. Oh well, I’ll make friends with her later – right now, I just want to give this nice woman more kisses. After a few minutes, she flips me onto my back in her hands. I’m small enough at eight weeks old to fit comfortably and completely in her soft, warm hands. I promptly fall asleep – it’s been a long day, after all.
I’m not sure what they’re saying, but the woman and the man are talking and asking my keeper questions. Eventually, the woman sets me back down in the grass. She stands, brushes the grass from her pants, picks up the regal dog’s leash, and walks away. “Wait, where are you going? I thought we were going to be friends.”
Some announcements are made, and everyone at the park starts walking to their cars in the parking lot. My keeper rounds up my sister and me, loads us back into her car, and we drive back to the house we’re all staying at. The day in the grassy paradise is over.
May 17, 2015
I slept like a rock last night. While I was disappointed not to have more time with the couple and their dog, I am a puppy, and that long day in the park made me sleepy.
Later on, I was out in the yard of the person who had taken my sister and me from New Mexico to this paradise, and lo and behold, who pulls into the driveway and walks toward me but the woman from the park yesterday. I wag my tail and wiggle over to her. She scoops me up, and we exchange kisses.
After a bit of talking, she plops me into a small carrier that smells unfamiliar and places it in her car. She gets into the driver’s seat, waves to my keeper, and off we go. I whimper a little because my sister, who’s been with me since the day we were born, isn’t with me. The woman turns to me and says, “Don’t worry, little one. You are going to your forever home, and I’m going to be your new mom.” I relax and fall asleep.
After a short ride, nothing like the one from New Mexico, we pull into a garage, and my new Mom brings me in the carrier from the car, through the house, and out into a fenced-in yard.
She gently places the carrier on the ground and opens the door. I’m not sure what to do, so I just stay in the carrier. Next thing I know, a strange creature is slinking around in front of the carrier, looking in at me. Ah, that smell again. Whatever this creature is, it has been in this carrier too. The kind lady who is now my mom tells me it’s okay to come out. I slowly make my way out of the carrier onto the lush, green grass.
I see another of the strange creatures, and Mom explains that these cats are my brother and sister. My sister gives me a sniff and walks away, while the brother comes closer. I want to be friends with this slinky cat, so I give him a lick. He looks frightened and runs away. “Wait, why are you scared? I just want to be friends.”
Mom laughs, and I turn to see the beautiful, dark-colored dog I met at the park yesterday. Mom introduces her as Ella, my big sister. Ella doesn’t look pleased to have me in her yard and ignores me. That’s okay. I’m sure we’ll be friends eventually. Right now, I’m just happy to be home. I have so much love bottled up inside me, and I can’t wait to share it with this wonderful new family of two people, one dog, and two cats!