I am pretty smart. At least my new Mom and Dad say I am. I am learning new things each day.
They told me all about Kipper and how he liked to write on this blog. I don't know what a blog is.
It does rhyme with dog, which I am. But it is NOT a dog.
Can you eat it? Chew it? Does it scratch your ears? Rub your tummy? No? Sounds pretty boring to me.
My new Mommy says I can *press* myself on it but when I tried to do that it made noises that scared me! Ohhhh....EXpress. I don't know what that is but I can do it on this blog says Mom. She says I can tell a story or a joke.
Hmm. Stories make me sleepy (My mom reads to me sometimes) so read this when you want to go to bed okay? I don't want you to fall asleep sitting up! You might fall over and hurt yourself!
I know only one story. It's about a little dog. He was born and then lost. Then he got adopted by some people who were not very nice to him. Then he was rescued by some people who WERE nice to him! They told him they would help find him a forever home. He did not know what forever was. But he waited. And he waited. He learned how to sit and lay down. He learned how to ask to go outside to...to...you know.
Then one day some people came to see him. Then they left. The dog was sad because he liked the people and he thought they liked him. He kissed them a lot to show he liked them.
He hoped very hard they would come back. He hoped and hoped and hoped. And guess what? They did! They took him to their house and told the little dog he was now home. Forever. The little dog had never known forever so he is waiting to see what it is...till then the people are very nice to him. He has a soft bed to sleep in at night and a safe and comfy crate to nap in when they are away. (BUt they are never away TOO long) He has toys and bones. He gets treats, all he wants!
The people take him for walks, especially the new daddy. The little dog REALLY likes the new daddy.
He gets to cuddle on the sofa while the people watch movies. He gets to lay on the new mommy's feet while she is on the computer. (She told him he is better than slippers for keeping her toes warm!)
The little dog has two cats to play with even when they sometimes don't WANT to play. He likes them anyway. He has a new Grandma and an uncle and a cousin and they like him too. He has a sissy and a brother who are nice to him. They tell him he is a "good boy" which is true. He IS! He has new friends and neighbors who are his friends and a park to play in and chase birds in. He LIKES to chase birds.
He is learning how much fun it is to ride in the car. His new people tell him he will get to go get something called ice cream next week. He hopes it's good!
He is warm when it is cold outside. He feels warm on his outside but also on his inside. He is happy and safe. He is loved. He thinks that is what forever must mean.
(Ssshhh. Don't tell anyone but *I* am the little dog and this story is all about me!)