When I was four my family had to give me up, so they brought me to a shelter in Chattanooga, Tennessee. I remained incarcerated for a year, at the end of which I was transferred to the Huron Valley Humane Society in Ann Arbor, Michigan, in a last-ditch effort to find me a home. Five days later, I did. This is the tale of my happy ever after.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
I miss Harley. And my Oma. And my aunt Manda. I don't remember home being this boring, but there's nothing to do. Mom did put a bone down for me, but I don't care. I want Harley to want it so I can steal it. What am I supposed to watch here?