Last night I was at my spot on the couch resting and watching some Animal Planet. I had a full belly of raw turkey necks and I started thinking back to summer 2007 when my humans adopted me. I had just been arrested by the dog catcher for peeing on private property. At first I was kicking myself for letting "the man" catch me, but once I was taken to the shelter I was happy to get some kibble. At the time, I'd been staying alive by licking Mexican take-out containers I found in the garbage. Soon the Cocker Spaniel Rescue Group came and got me from the shelter. Good thing because I heard that dogs don't get to stay in the shelter too long, if you know what I mean. So, I went to the rescue and they gave me some more kibble and a shave. Once all my fur came off, I soon realized that I was one dangerously skinny, starving boy.
Home is where the feasting is,