I was Mom's first dog- sort of. It's a long story, but my first Mom (who's now my Aunt Heather) didn't have the right lifestyle for me, and then Grandma tried to adopt me, but I liked Mom best. After five years of persisting, Grandma agreed to let me go back to Mom. It's been a few months now, and I'm really getting the hang of my new life. Mom takes us to work 5 days a week, and we each have our own special crate to stay in. We go to the dog park at least once a week (unless it's too rainy). It took some getting used to at first, but now I like this new life. I get to go more places and do more things than I ever used to. I've been so happy I don't even remember to be fussy about what I eat anymore!
Mom has high ambitions for me. I'm neutered and not quite right to be a show dog, but I'm perfect for agility and obedience, and maybe even flyball! So Mom is going to get me signed up and see where we can go from there. Now she has 2 show puppies!