"Hi, Cookie," the others answer.
I first realized I had a drinking problem a few months ago. It seemed like I could never get enough to drink. That creates some major issues with making a lot of trips outside. When you're my age, those times can be difficult to predict.
July of this year I'll turn fifteen. The years have passed like a blur since that day when Uncle Denny scooped me up and took me home, rescuing me from a pack of street dogs in the neighborhood.
|The Day I Met Mom|
Before that, I had to scrabble for my food, competing with dogs much bigger and stronger than I was at just a few months old. When he made the call to my future parents to find me a forever home, he told them I never barked. HAH! Boy, did I have him fooled.
Buddy was a rescue dog, too, and he shared some of his best hunting techniques learned during the time he was on his own. Together we flushed out all the wild bunnies that ventured into our fenced yard. We were quite a team.
These days I can only dream of how it used to be when we would hunt together, my legs twitching as I sleep. Ah, those were good times.