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, September 14, 2010
I Don't Know Why Mom Doesn't Understand
I have found the one thing on the planet that is more compelling than the sound of Mom's voice.
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