My Mom believes that I have a very special "spirit" (whatever THAT is!) in me. The spirit of a dog named Rocky that she once shared her life with and that tore a gaping hole in her heart when he passed. A hole that had never been healed until I came along! I remember the very first time I met my Mom. The nice strangers that had been feeding me and trying to find my owners for weeks, took me to my Mom's "rescue" (that's a place where us dogs that don't have a home anymore get to go. It's a lot of fun and Mom gives us lots of love!). The minute the nice man got me out of his car and I saw my Mom's face for the first time, she said: "That's my dog! I LOVE him!" Now don't go spreading this around or anything because people aren't as smart about some things as us dogs are but my Mom said that she knew ~ the very first time she looked into my eyes ~ that "Rocky" is in me. Of course, I knew that. Rocky's the one who told me where to go when I didn't have a home anymore so that someone would take me back to my Mom.
So, Mom's heart is healed now and I'm HOME ~ living the good life with my two beautiful sisters:
And for Easter, we even got new TOYS!
I'll show you them NEXT TIME...
Have a GREAT day!
Play hard and love much...