Going Home…

My new parents units came to pick me up a week early since my dog Mom was biting me and I was being evicted from the playpen.  I was only 7 weeks old and the car ride home was REALLY scary.

I was in my new Mom’s arms being held tight and I could not see out the window.  After what seemed like forever, I feel asleep.  Then all of a sudden I woke up and knew I needed to pee.  I started to whimper and got excited because because we had stopped.  Then this new being with facial hair I think is my new Dad got frustrated and said something like dang traffic.  Hmn?

Finally we pulled into what my new parents said was home.  I could care less since I needed to pee bad.  My Dad took me in his arms and ran to this lush, green area.  As I was doing my business he said, “go potty, go potty.”  Like I really need a verbal cue.  When you gotta go, you just go.  After that, I went and sat by his leg.  He seemed to think that was cute.  Little does he know my cuteness will be short-lived.  Did I mention this cool yard has so many fun places to explore?

Gosh, I need a nap.  I do miss my brothers and sisters but I am loving this new place and sniffing all the new smells.

It’s been a long day and little do my new parents know but it will be an even LONGER night….

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