I am Ginger. I am a pure-bred yellow Labby. It was Christmas 2005 when I came home to my new family - tied up with a big red bow around my neck. I was the surprise for the kids on Christmas morning! I was a bit hesitant at first, especially with the youngest boy - he thought I was a horse and wanted to ride on my back! But I soon overcame my second thoughts and did what I did best: PLAY with them! Oh what fun! Even the little kid became my favorite "sibling."

And you know what? They let me stay inside the house! Goodbye to stinky cold cages & leashes! I was free to roam inside as long as I didn't sleep on the beds and sit on the couch. I think for the first time in my young life, I finally had a family I could call my own - eventhough they were not 4-legged and furry! And I loved them and vowed to protect them with my life if I had to.

One day, Daddy, brought home something new - a new pair of leather work shoes! Yummy! My mouth actually watered at the sight of them! I just couldn't wait to chew it to pieces! Come night-time and all were asleep, I finally had my chance! I had so much fun tearing it up into little bits & pieces! But then, in the morning, it was also the first time Daddy scolded me. He said that shoes are not for eating and that I would get a tummy-ache if i ate any more shoes. That was the last love affair I had with any kind of footwear - I don't want Daddy to get mad at me again.

Two and a half years later, I am still the "only dog" in the family. But Mom adopted a pure-white cat who we named Kit - and she was a bully! She often ate out of my dish and would hiss at me if I tried to get near. And what was she eating??? DOGFOOD! And she's a cat! Shouldn't cats eat CATFOOD??? Oh well! I don't mind actually... It's nice to have another furry family member to joke around with. Then just this last February, we had "Charr" - a pure bred Siamese Cat. He was sooo beautiful with his different coloring and all.And most importantly, he was sooo nice to me! We often slept side by side on the grass in the garden on warm days.

Overall, my life is good. I get a new ball every month (because I wreck it after that time), Daddy sees to it that I always have food. We run at least 3x a week ( I would have preferred everyday, but they have to work for a living, you know - so that they can buy me and the cats food.) The kids love me to death though Daddy says that I'm already too strong and too big to play with them. They still sneak me out "treats" once in a while.

Tags: My Dog

Bookmark: