Growing up as a puppy had caused some problems for my human family.
First of all I wasent even supposed to be born, My mother was just feeling like having a family, so she would bark all night and get alot of attention then she would wait all night for maybe even a sight of a lucky puppy. Call him over and BOOM magic made.
My father was that lucky puppy, Maybe he wasent smart enough to stay away from our dark Alley way or maybe JUST MAYBE he was a drug Dog and was tryna get that good-cush from a money stealing dog. Nobody knows, not even my father.
All he remembers is walking through the alley way one day and a "beautiful fluffy puppy" was calling him in the yard
Of course shortly after that, my siblings and I where born. Maybe a little too boring. But for my taste it was just as entertaining as T.V to human. Anyways, after I was born the humans where furious and argued on whether they should keep us or not. The woman said "NO LETS KEEP THEM THEIR SO CUTE" But of course the man disagreed and offered to sell us for an unreasonable price. But either way they where keeping us for six to eight weeks. We where still drinking our mother's milk and could barely walk.
After I could open my eyes at about two weeks of my life. I was out of there, trying to walk, run or whatever you call those wobble/body dragging motions. My mother tried so hard not to be rude but she had to keep me on the rug where we where born. Because it was So Cold outside of the rug. I listened.....kind of
My father was a sled dog all his life, He worked for his owner, not for sport but for the kids. He would take medicine and run hundreds of miles to deliver it to the sick children. I never knew him. He was always gone, keep in mind my humans hate him.
My mother on the other hand is always there, never gone. Which helped her look after us. I was a determined puppy. I really really wanted to be a sled dog like my dad. So everyday I would venture off of the rug and practice walking on the hardwood floors, acting like it was ice.
A left and then a right AND THEN-- SPLAT right on my nose I go. I was never the best at hard wood floor walking.
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