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Hi Everybody -
My name is Candy and I've been in my new home since June. 2000.....Sorry I
haven't written before but I have been really busy adjusting to my new
surroundings. Have also had my paws full making sure the other dogs in
this household realize there's a new Boss Dog in town. I have managed to
whip everyone into shape and we are all one happy family.
I was one of those breeder dogs in a puppy mill for 12 years before PMR
rescued me and took me away from that awful place. They put my photo on
their website but everyone kept passing me by for the younger and cuter
Yorkies. So I just sat around for quite a long time twiddling my toes
waiting for the right person who would succumb to all my charms.
I understand that a PMR member in Arkansas kept admiring my picture until
she couldn't resist any longer and pushed the Adopt button. Next thing I
know, here she comes! She drove to Missouri just so she could personally
chauffeur me back to Arkansas. I did a lot of sleeping on that trip when I
should have been looking at the scenery and savoring my first look at the
outside world. My chauffeur's name is Debra. The other dogs and those
strange things referred to as cats call her "Mom", so I call her Mom too.
When I arrived home, there was another Yorkie in the head count dancing
around Mom's feet in a jubilant welcoming ceremony. His name is Bogie and
it turns out he considered me an interloper. Didn't take long for my
feminine wiles to win him over though and now we are big chums. The other
dogs and cats are my friends also. Guess what! I had my very own personal
doggie bed waiting for me. I had always slept on a wire floor but I jumped
right into that big comfy bed and fluffed up the cushions to suit my
taste. It's really just my day lounger since I sleep with Mom and Dad at
night. I'm sort of like Goldilocks because I sample the beds of all the
other pets by wallowing in them and kicking my feet. This arrangement is
not reciprocal because if any of them dare to invade MY bed, I get them
moving in a hurry. I will on occasion, however, allow Bogie in my bed for
a few minutes. Did I mention that I won't go to sleep at night until I've
had my repast of burgers and cheese?
When I first arrived, I noticed my roommates had a ritual of doggie patrol
duty around the backyard fence line every night. It was a single file,
nose to butt sort of thing with everybody marching in cadence. I decided
to bring up the rear of this parade and was doing pretty good until I
started gawking at something to the side. Crashed right into the rear end
of the dog in front. I don't parade with the guys anymore due to
overwhelming embarrassment.
Just want to offer hope to my little (and big) friends on the PMR website
by telling them not to ever give up. Some wonderful person out there is
waiting just for you. I know a lot of people prefer the young ones but I'm
living proof that oldies are goodies. If a senior citizen such as I can
get a loving home, you can do it too. And, you know what the best part is?
You will never be cold, hungry or lonely again. Well, gotta run for now.
Mom is after me to put another one of those dreaded hair ribbons in my
topknot.
Your friend,
Candy
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