My Gotcha Story...

I don't think that I have shared the story of how I was adopted by my mommy yet to all you furfriends yet. So here goes:

My mom has always wanted a little dog ever since she was a little girl. She would ask my Mamaw and Popaw every birthday or Christmas for a little dog and they always said no. She was bummed, but then when she was old enough to get her own place she wanted to get a little pup of her own.

For some reason my Mommy always wanted a Jack Russell so one Saturday she went to the dog pound and found an older Jack Russell up for adoption. She wanted to go to the flea market to see what dogs were being sold there before she made a final decision, but she said that if she didn't find anything that she would go back and get the Jack Russell.

So she went to the flea market and saw a girl Jack Russell being sold for a little more than my mom wanted to spend. And my mom wasn't too thrilled about having a girl dog. For some reason, she knew that she wanted a little boy and wasn't really interested in a little girl dog.

She was walking through the flea market when she saw this lady and her daughter with a little playpen filled with three little Chihuahua/Schnauzer puplets. She went over to look and this was the first time that I met my mommy. She fell in love right there with my big eyes and cute little floppy ears. She saw my sister who was short-haired and had emerald green eyes and my brother who look almost identical to me, but he had a round face. My mom decided that she would look at all the rest of the dogs before she made a final decision, but she couldn't get me out of her head. She came back!!

My Mom's boyfriend at the time wanted to get me and my sister, but my mom said no. She said that she could only handle one puplet at the time financially and didn't want to have two puplets on her hands. So my mom paid the lady $50 dollars for me and off we went. And life has never been the same since for either one of us.

A few months after I was adopted my mom split with that boyfriend of hers and couldn't decide if she wanted to move back in with my Mawmaw or with my mom's real dad. She wanted to move in with her dad, but he had just lost his dog of 13 years and told her that he couldn't handle having another dog in the house so soon and that my mom would have to find another home for me if she wanted to live there. This wasn't an option for my mom. She refused to give me up knowing that she would have a broken heart so she moved in with my Mawmaw and Popaw. My Mawmaw and Popaw fell right in love with me right away so it was meant to be. There was no way my mom was giving me up!


And so we've been together for a little over 4 years now and my mom says that she is thankful for me every single day. I love her and she loves me!