My name is Puck –I’m named after the trickster in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream (sorry, hockey fans). My new family says it suits me just fine. Of course, Mom does get a few strange looks when she shouts my name at the park.
My new family met me at one of the adoption days held at Petsmart. They were fostering other puppies. Mom saw me and immediately new that my Dad was going to love me -she was right. And though they had agreed not to adopt a puppy at this time in their lives-Mom was 9 months pregnant - I stole their hearts.
I could play catch within a few days, walk well on and off leash and followed them both around EVERYWHERE. I even lie on the bathmat while Mom has a shower. But I am a puppy. I love to take shoes, socks and underwear and parade them past you. I love my squeaking toys and anything outside that I think is for chewing…wood from the wood pile, rocks, chewing gum from the playground. My favorite activity is gardening. I’m really talented at digging 3 feet holes in the backyard flower gardens.
But my best toy is the new baby. He is as small as my squeaky toys and makes the same sound. But don’t you worry-I haven’t eaten him yet. I just lick him silly! He seems to like it. I can’t wait until he is bigger and can play. We’re going to be best friends.
P.S. Little Jackson asked me to say “thank you SCARS” for his birthday present (I think he means me!)
Saturday, 20 May 2006
Puck
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