My first home … I don’t remember it really well. But I know it wasn’t a place I really liked, because I ran away.
My second home was a nice family with a young mom and dad and two adorable kids. I loved them so much! I protected the kids by nipping at their ankles and keeping them together. I chewed on their stuff because I had to make certain nothing was untasty or bad. Then they put me in a cage? I was so confused!
My third home is where I am now. It’s my forever home. Sure, I miss my former family, but I’m with a guy who is awesome!
He doesn’t mind
when I nip his nose
or bite his clothes.
He smiles at me
when I wake him up at 3
to go outside to pee.
He lets me eat his food
and sleep in his bed,
he tells me I am a good boy and he rubs my belly and pets my head.
I don’t bite ankles or chew things up.
I am never in a cage.
I love living here because I know I am loved.
It’s like I’m resting in my Daddy’s heart.
That’s the best feeling ever.
I hope this Christmas, you have that feeling, too.