adoption story part III

my name spartacus. that was the name my first fambly gave me. my new daddy liked it and wanted to keep it my name. i was glad on accounta i didn't wanna become a "Tuffy" or a "Prince" or a "Bingo". i know that my daddy always wanted to name a dog, "The Beatles". Whew!

so they brought me to my new home in my new van. they let me check the place out and then when i made my final decision to take the place i naturally peed on it. this was against one of their zillions of rules. top of the list i would say. they threw a barrage of "no's" at me and took me out back. ok, no peeing in the house. got it. no digging holes here either?! check. no chewing my sisters' toys; check. no tearing up door frames; oops. no stealing food; working on it. and on and on. rules for everything!

they took me to the dogtor and she told them that the terrier part of me was boston. then, as i told you before she found where someone had inscribed, "1 year old" on one of my teeth.

so everything was great. my sisters are awesome and i was getting lots of love from my new fambly. i got my own bed (which i'm nice enough to share with my mommy and daddy) i was comfortable and happy and off of death row. i even had my own cat! could it get any awesomer?!

then, one day, my daddy took me for a ride. it wasn't to my regular dogtor; it was a different dogtor that i didn't know. well one minute he's checking me out and being all nice to me and then next thing i know, i'm waking up wearing the cone of shame and a pain where my boys....use to be! Ahhhh! there's been a mistake! what did you do with them? what did you want with them?!! i've heard about this kinda thing. are you gonna sell them?! wait till my daddy gets here! put them back or you're gonna get such a smack with the paper! (my daddy doesn't smack me with the paper anymore because the entire fambly would yell at him)

when my daddy got there...he paid them!?! this was the plan?! to this day i don't know why they had to go, but apparently it was part of the deal so i don't hold it against them. when i thought about it; i had swapped a small cage, possible put down and two testicles for a loving fambly, a new house, car, free food, a/c, toys, a cat and her litter box. not a bad trade off and i'd do it again even knowing what was coming, but still...

anyway i soon settled in and got over my shyness. i still get in trouble once in a while, but everyone says i'm a good boy. and me and my fambly are living happily ever after.

the end...

well that's my rags to riches story. now here i am writing my own blog. sorry it took so long, but those naps aren't gonna take themselves. speaking of which... gtg!

p.s.

i am lucky i got a second chance. i am very happy with my fambly. be sure and tell your peepole to tell other peepole to adopt instead of buy and give some other good boy or girl a second chance like i got. tell them to check out petsmart or local pounds or aspca.org