Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Wednesdays with Rudy
Let me give you a little background, I was here almost a year before that little screeching, walking, bottle drinkin' baby arrived. My Mom found me on petfinder.com, a great website if you're looking for another family member, I digress. Anyhow, from what she tells me, she saw me, read my profile (I was a cruelty impound and a special needs because I had stage three heartworm) and that was it. She immediately contacted the rescue, Chesapeake Cats and Dogs, another great place to find your forever friend (http://www.ccadcatanddogrescue.org/), emailed the application, spoke to my foster Mom by phone and scheduled a day to come and meet me.
She tells me it was a Sunday, and I remember it was raining because I like the rain. The real thing I remember was that she came with bully sticks. Oh my god, BULLY STICKS, I can't even think about those without losing it - I LOVE BULLY STICKS!! That was it, I was sold. Things were looking up for me considering the shelter I was in had planned to put me down the next day before the rescue agreed to take me.
February 27, 2009 I arrived at my new home and it was the happiest day ever. Things were going great. Then she arrived a year later. For a little thing, that baby cried a lot. I heard the word colic thrown around a lot. Don't know what that means, but think it means 'cries a lot'. I could tell my Mom was losing it, and she looked pretty bad. Really busted up. Things got a little better a few months later, but that baby needed a lot. I mean, she couldn't even walk. She needed to be carried around. What was that all about? I walked pretty damn soon after I was born and didn't expect anyone to carry me around. I was thinking, "Diva" and wasn't too sure I was gonna like living with this little celeb who everyone was taking pictures of at all hours of the day.