My autobiography...

I was born at a very early age. In fact, being born seems to be one of the first things that happens to most dogs. It's very common.

I don't know much about my parents because I somehow got seperated from them. I imagine that they had such important jobs that they didn't have time to raise me. Probably bomb sniffers or guide dogs, or something like that. Both my sire and my dame were very intelligent and beautiful. I don't remember them. But, I know they were great dogs.

After a while of just going around I managed to land a spot at the Town Lake Animal Shelter. That was really a lucky break for me. It's a great place, I'll tell you what. We had food every single day and people loved me. I had a nice pen that kept me warm at night and sheltered from the rain. During the day people came to the shelter and walked around. Sometimes I wished I could go home with one of them. You know, if they seemed nice or something. But, I was really happy at the shelter.

(This is a photo of the Town Lake Animal Center. This is where I got love and food before I got adopted. Now I get love and food from Lindy. Love and food are the main things.)

Then, this one day, it was in February, Lindy came to the shelter. I saw her walking around with another dog and they seemed to get along pretty well. I thought to myself, well, it looks like little Gwen is going to get a forever home today. And, I was glad for Gwen, she is a cute little bitch, but I was starting to want my own forever home. I heard that if you get a forever home that it means that you will be loved and cared for forever. I know that the people at the shelter loved me. But, I wanted my very own special guardian. It's called being adopted.

I went to the back of my pen feeling kind of down. But, I pulled myself together after awhile and went to see what was going on in the yard. As I walked to the front of my pen I saw that a human was standing there. That's not too unusual. But, when I looked up, it was Lindy. So, I guessed she wasn't going to take Gwen home. I put up my big ears to see what I could discern from that and as soon as I did that Lindy said, "Do you want to come home with me, and be my dog forever?"

I couldn't believe my ears! My head was filled with questions: Does this mean that she will love me? Is she a good hunter? Will there be food? It was very exciting.

Lindy and I spent some time together in the yard. I kissed her a lot and tried my best to look cute because I wanted her to love me. I was SO hopeful.

But, when we got back to my pen I heard the news that someone else wanted me, someone I didn't know. Their name was Corgi Rescue. Suddenly I was in demand. Both Lindy and Corgi wanted me. But, Lindy knelt down beside me and said, "Don't worry... I will get you one way or the other." That was a happy happy day for me. Being adopted means love.

I don't know what happened during the night but the next morning Lindy came back to the shelter. I saw her filling out some papers and she had a real pretty collar and leash with her. I wished that I had a pretty collar like that. The lady at the shelter put some pretty tags on the collar and then -- this is the happiest moment of my life -- Lindy put the pretty collar on me. Then we walked out of the shelter. Lindy opened the trunk of her car and I jumped right in it. Dogs aren't really supposed to ride in the trunk, though. Lindy helped me learn things like that.

(This is a photo of where Lindy went when she adopted me. That word on the building says "Adoption." That's called writing. It's words made with symbols.)



Now I live with Lindy. She is real nice. She has taught me a lot of things. My favorite things that I've learned are that I am a good dog, I am really terrific, I am really super, and gosh I am great. I know those things because Lindy says them all the time. You learn the things that you hear the most.

Since I've been adopted I have learned to swim and I've even learned some human words. Lindy knows tons of words. She talks a lot.

I am not really very sociable. But, I do have a friend. My best friend is Buddy. Buddy likes for me to chase him around the back yard and, just when I am about to get him cornered, Buddy jumps over me and I have to start all over again. Buddy is very light on his paws. His guardian is named Marion Bob. Marion is actually two people but we call them both Marion Bob. Marion Bob are nice. One of them pets me real sweetly and I like that. I am very curious about the other one. I like to follow him around to see what he will do next. It's fun visiting Buddy.

My life is good now that I have been adopted. I know that Lindy will feed me and love me forever.

I hope you can get adopted and be loved forever too.

Love Rowan