First day home

Yep, that is me,  my first day in my new house at 8 weeks of age.  I remember the day I first met mommy, she and my then daddy, came to the breeder's home and looked at all my brother's and sister's.  I was being held by the breeder's son and mommy had not seen me until she was about to leave and noticed me in the little boy's lap.

She went over to him and asked if she could hold me, he reluctantly gave me up.  Mommy held me in her arms and then she turned me over and cradled me with my face facing hers, I was asleep but I could hear her say, "He is so precious and he is letting me hold him with his tummy exposed, he is not fighting me" and then I yawned and opened my eyes and we looked at each other and I gave her a kiss on her chin, ( a little dog lick) and then I nestled my head into her chest and went back to sleep.

Mommy was a hooked and so was I.  She said I picked her but she picked me.  My first day home was so special, mommy made me feel safe and warm and happy.  She fed me and took so many pictures of me, even while I was eating, she could not get enough of me, nor me her.

I was not allowed to sleep in bed with her as I needed to be crate trained.  I was a good dog, I even graduated at the top of my class in puppy training!! Mommy was so proud of me, she worked with me all day while daddy was working and then she would go to work and when she came home she worked me some more.  All of that work paid off as I was top dog in class!!

Mommy says I am the most adorable dog she has ever seen, God created me just for her and she sees heaven when she sees me.   She loves me very much and I love her very much, we are inseparable.  Now if you were to ask me who I loved more, Mommy or Jake, well I would have to say Mommy, there is no love like a mother's love and she loves me with all her heart and more and I am thankful for her and even more so than she is of me.