Edward speaks?-

In January it will be seven years since I have come to live with the lummox.

Im almost ten years old and I was the runt of the litter. My mom picked me up because I was the runt of the litter and the last one in a box outside a supermarket. I was a tiny little shiat and I could fit into the pocket of my dad's t-shirts-because I was so tiny and didn't have time to really learn about being in a family, I have some rough edges that my dad puts up with.

My mom started not to felling really good and I had to come to live with my dad. This was a real learning experience-I hid for three days under the bed until I decided to come out. I like living with my dad, it sure beat the alternative. One of my mom's kids wanted to take me and I wasn't sure I would have survived that adventure!

Scary.....I didn't get to see my mom again, dad told me she went to some kind of bridge made of a rainbow. Sometimes I sit at the door and my dad tells me that while I look for the birds and the helicopter that flies by every night up in the sky, my mom is looking down at us.

My dad is cool, he makes life easy for me. He gets me really tasty food, cleans out my poopoo from the box and sometimes he hugs me for so long I have to get off his lap and go hang out on my box, where I sleep.

It's not a hard life, dad has a lot of what he calls "patience" with me-when I break things or cause a problem he usually laughs and has some funny story and words to say to me.


All in all? I think I'll hang around for a while.


Dad has fleece blankets and a cool down jacket to nap on!