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| Fawn and Family |
Bruce Reyes-Chow, paster, dad, blogger: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/reyeschow/detail?entry_id=96053
Dear New Family, First, let me apologize for my one accident the other day in the kitchen and thank you for not getting mad at me. At least it was linoleum ;-) With a little refresher, I have done much better since then, so thank you for the rather boisterous cheering as I have been doing my business during our walk time. Oh and thanks for my new name, "Fawn" short for some lady human named, "Farrah FAWNcett." I think it captures my dainty deer-like qualities quite nicely. I don't really know who my parents are, but if I were a bettin' pooch, I'd say that I got my color and facial features from the House of Miniature Pinscher and my rather long body and short legs from The Earl of Dachshund. From birth to your home, I have lived a life that I would make all those "Lady and the Tramp" junkyard dog wannabes cringe. "Stray" doesn't come close to describing life on the streets of San Francisco. I am sad to say that at some point, someone has been mean to me. If it is alright with you, I would rather not talk about it, but that's why I am a little shy. This brings me to my time in doggy jail. Now don't get me wrong, the peeps at Animal Care and Control were awesome, especially Tim, Diego, Nakeesha and Linda, but after a while it got pretty old. As you have learned, I am a bit reserved and quiet, so with Yappy McYapster in the stall next to me, my time in the slammer was quite taxing. And then you all started to come and visit. I think the first person to see me was Dad. Now I had seen this before. Someone walks by my kennel, looks at my papers utters something like, "Ooooo, she is so cute!" and then moves on never to be seen again. But then, after giving me one more kind look, he left. But then Dad came back. You came back to see me! And this time you returned with another human, the one I have come to know as, "Mom." Now I suspected that Mom was going to be a tougher sell, so with my sweetest yes and a look that said, "At least I am not yapping my head off like that hyperactive schmuck over there!" I turned the dial on my game up to "high." It took a while, but I think I got to her, because you both came back again. The next time you brought two smaller, but much more excited humans with you, I think their names are something like "cuddlebug" and "beastie" but those seem weird for people names. Anyway, they sat in my kennel for a bit, and I ever so slowly made my way to a lap, to you know, just test it out. And then they came back again with yet another one. Four visits, five humans, but finally you took me hom,e. So now were learning to live as a family. I love my new crate. I can hang out there when I need a break and I do think it is helping me get used to pooping and peeing when and where appropriate. I want to acknowledge that Dad has been a trooper through all of this as I know that buying me an expensive designer matching collar and leash set would not have been his first choice. I know that we have only been together for a few days, but I do want to thank you for the love and care that you have shown so far. I have especially appreciated the lap time, the walks and your patience with me. And don't worry about leaving me at home. I am having a blast. Besides blogging and sleeping, yep, you heard right, I am on twitter. You can also look at pictures of me while you are away in Dad's picture album. Until then, I'll be waiting for you to come home and ready for a lap! ` Fawn
“Never judge a dog's pedigree by the kind of books he does not chew.” Anonymous
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