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.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Likes
I like crackers. I love macaroni and cheese. I like hot dog buns and I don't mind when they're a little stale. I only like lima beans when they're cold and the right consistency to squish between your toes. I love water but I don't like ice. I like the stars from chicken and star soup, and I hope Mom lets me try the chicken too someday. I lick ham like a popsicle. I think it's interesting to turn my water bowl upside down, but only when it's full.
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