Am I adopted? Tribute to my big brother...

1. Am I adopted?

Sometimes I wonder if I am adopted. I don't have a human daddy like a lot of other dogs with blogs have. I live with my Human Mommy and my Human Grandma. I have to admit that even though the shades of colors are different -- I have brown hair like Mommy and white hair like Grandma, so we must be related. Some days Mommy even has chin hairs like me. I've seen her pluck hers out -- I don't know why she does -- they grow right back! I think my chin hairs make me look distinguished -- Mommy should just keep hers.

Anyway, my first memory of Mommy was when I was about 2 months old. Mommy came into this place, I'll just call it a "store" but maybe it was some sort of puppy daycare.

Anyway, I was in this pen with a couple of other puppies that looked nothing like me, and all the other puppies were picking on me. I don't know why they were picking on me -- I think I'm a nice guy!

Mommy asked the man at the "store" to pick me up out of the pen. I played in this play area with Mommy, but I was more like a magnet to Mommy. I kept sitting all over Mommy's pocketbook. It's like I didn't want to leave Mommy's side and I stuck to her like glue.

Mommy did something at the counter -- signed some papers, handed over a shiny plastic card to the man -- and off I went home.

All I know is that Mommy loves me and I love Mommy. So, even if I am adopted, it's ok!
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2. Tribute to my big brother....

I noticed a couple of dogs with blogs are posting about their brother or sister's that went over rainbow bridge.

I used to have a big brother, but he went over rainbow bridge when I was about seven months old. His name was Lucky, he was a Bichon Frisse (no idea how to spell that.) He only had 3 legs. See, when Mommy's Dad was alive, he found Lucky on the street. Something was wrong with one of Lucky's back legs, he used to have all 4 legs when they first met him. Mommy's family took Lucky to the SPCA and the SPCA said if the owner doesn't claim him in a few days they have to put him down because he was injured, gangrene was setting into Lucky's leg. Lucky's owners didn't come forward and the newspapers didn't have any mention of a dog matching Lucky's description.

So, Mommy's family decided to pay for an operation to have Lucky's bad leg removed, and they adopted Lucky. Lucky was about 3 when they adopted him and he lived with Mommy for 13 or 14 years. They named him "Lucky" because he was "lucky to be alive!" Lucky got used to just having three legs. He used to get around just fine, sometimes people didn't even know he was handicapped. As a matter of fact, I learned how to steal food from watching my big brother. My big brother liked my puppy food a lot! He used to sneak his way to my food bowl while Mommy was busy cleaning up my potty papers - and boy did he know how to eat puppy food fast! After a while Mommy just gave up and gave some puppy food to Lucky too whenever she fed me. The other day, I stole a sandwich from my human Aunt when she wasn't looking -- Lucky would be so proud of me!

Mommy wonders if I am happy being an only dog now? I don't know what to tell Mommy.

I'm glad that I am able to share my memory of my big brother Lucky on my blog.

Eventhough he passed away about a year ago, I miss him.

This is a picture of me when I was 6 months old sharing the bed with my big brother Lucky.

Lassiter Chase the Sheltie

Rainy day

Today my family went on a trip to NY and my mommy missed me because I couldn't go on the trip. They went to a pilgrimage and it rained the whole day.

In the car, Mommy found a notebook and four crayons so she drew four pictures of me. It looks like a retro picture of me because of the colors --butt mommy drew me fat and round like a barrel. My tummy doesn't hang that low to the ground-what was mommy thinking when she drew that picture. I am not a chunky monkey!

It took them 4 and a half hours to get home back to Jersey because of all the rain and roads being closed from flooding. It took them about an hour and a half longer to get home than expected. Back home there was a lot of rain too, the next county over had 9 inches. Thats a lot of rain for one day. Thankfully the rain let up. I am happy Mommy is home.

Lassiter Chase the Sheltie

PS I just burped and it smelled like chicken because we had Boston Market for dinner.


PPS What picture looks more like me? Mommy likes the blue one.

Diet Patrol...and an emergency haircut

I caught Mommy being bad on her diet! Human Grandma made Stuffed Peppers. Mommy doesn't like to eat peppers so she asked her Mom to save her just the meat and rice stuffing on the side instead of stuffing a pepper.

So, Mommy wasn't thinking when she was eating and scooped herself seconds of the meat and rice stuffing! I watch every move that Mommy makes when she eats -- so I immediately barked at her when she took seconds. Mommy quickly yelled at herself saying -- What am I doing!!!! (Mommy said it was just a force of habit to get seconds.)

Good thing I was there to bark at Mommy -- she rewarded me by giving me some of the bigger pieces of meat in the stuffing. YUM!



Did you know I am also a chef. Here is a picture of me in the kitchen telling my Human Grandma how many pieces of cubed ham to put in her scrambled eggs. I told Human Grandma she put enough pieces in, so she gave me the extra piece of ham.

I think I might have to go on a diet too! NOT!

Lassiter Chase the Sheltie

P.S. I don't think the grape agreed with me the other day! Mommy had to give me a haircut on my bottom -- there is only so much a half a box of baby wipes can clean off! Good thing I have a lot of hair on my tail -- it hides my bottom end! I'm glad Mommy doesn't cut hair for a living! I'm also glad that Mommy decided not to take a picture of my haircut! From now on -- no more experiments with fruit for me -- I'll stick to begging for meat!