I don't think I eat too fast. I do chew sometimes. Other times I think about chewing. And that gives me a goal to achieve later in life.

Apparently my folks think I eat too fast. I guess they happen to have something against inhaling your food and looking feral while doing so. Besides, I only cough and choke occasionally when eating dry kibble. And I really wasn't going to bite Tristan, I mean Chubs, when he got to close to my dinner bowl. Sometimes you have to put on a show to be taken seriously.

But I guess that just isn't good enough for Mom and Dad. They want me to slow down and be nice too. Next thing they will want is for me to wear a dog snuggy.

But, they decided to put my food in a pan instead of putting it in a bowl. It keeps me from grabbing lots of food in each bite and forgetting to chew it before the next bite. I think they are sneaky, but they are just looking out for me. I think they used to know I didn't get much food before and I had to fight to get what I could get and eat it down fast. I'm sure as time goes by I will start eating slower for my belly.



Anyway, my folks and went out to get me some tasty nibbles (aka good food). Since I was underweight, they made sure to get me something that wasn't full of junk (filler such as corn as a primary protein source), creature bits (animal by-products, any biodegradable waste not fit for human consumption, including feathers, claws and beaks, yuck!), no soy (gives me the bloat) and didn't do bad stuff to the animals they fed their foods to (cruel animal testing). After talking for a bit, my parents decided to get me both dry and wet doggie food from Innova by Natura. They said it would be good for me and help me grow big and strong.

Right now I get to eat 3 1/2 times a day. Once in the morning by Momma before work, Dad comes home at lunch to feed me, and then I get Dinner in the evening. The half is the tasty wet food. I get half a can of it as a treat each night to get some extra meat on my bones!

So I finally got to meet my big brother, Tristan. He's a Siberian Husky that's just a little over a year and a half old. He's also big. Husky's are supposed to be around forty-five to sixty-five pounds, but he's a little over eighty, and he's not fat at all. Mom thinks there's some Malamute in his bloodline because he's so big. I'll probably call him Chubs. I'm sure that'll piss him off. He gets grumpy when things don't go his way.

Here are a few pictures of him. He's kinda wolfy and my folks think I'll fit right in. Me too.. except I'm not beautiful and dumb. I hope he doesn't blog and read this.







Mom and Dad got me a new crate with a new cushion pad for a bed. It's real squishy, like Chub's head, I mean his tail. It has a washable cover in case it gets too stinky (I like smelly stuff), and it's water proof just in case Chubs used it and wet my bed, because I would never ever do that myself. I’m not so sure about him cause we just met. I'm just sayin...

The only problem is we both have to share the same room, and he makes noises in his sleep. He’ll scratch his crate with his paws like he’s dreaming about chasing rabbits or something. Either that or he’s dreaming about being a rabbit.

Speaking of which, he eats frozen carrots. Supposed to be good for you and your teeth and gums while you are teething. I tried one and I’m thinking it’s an acquired taste. Mom says they taste like dirt. I don’t know why they are trying to feed me stuff that tastes like dirt. I’ll smell another dogs butt, or even drink out of the toilet, but I ain’t eating dirt. Some lines just cannot be crossed.



Here’s me and Chubs lying around and eating some little rawhide squares. Some people whittle. This is apparently what we do between episodes of Pawn Stars. Mom and Dad didn’t let me eat too much of mine, but it was fun while it lasted. They were afraid my belly might still be a little bad from where my foster parents rescued me from.

I like having people look out after me again. It feels good. Even if it means sleeping next to a giant Husky Rabbit.

Whelp, we met up at a big Pilot Travelcenter. At least that's what they told me. I don't know what a travelcenter is. That's where I got to meet my new family. They had come down from Knoxville, Tennessee to meet Leann half-way, so no one would have a sixteen hour round trip drive to pick me up or drop me off.

Personally, I think I'm worth the drive.

Anyway, my new family seems to be nice enough. They gave me lots of attention and had toys and snacks. Pretty good start if you ask me, but we'll see if they can keep it up. I'm not so easily swayed (at least that's what I tell them).

Here's a picture of them. Believe it or not, they even look more goofy in real life.



Well, apparently we make a stop when get we just past Atlanta. My new Mom's family lives there and we get to stop in and make an appearance. I guess they are into 'appearances'. At first I'm not so sure they dig me, but my boyish charm kicked in (as well as my puppy prance) and they were hooked. Her mom and dad, two brothers, sister, and their friends all approved. I got excited and did a puppy dance and left a little friendly piddle on the floor. I like to do friendly stuff.

I also got to make two new friends. Roscoe and Daisy. Roscoe is old and kinda grumpy. He kinda looks like a barrel with legs and only moves if biscuits are involved. I can learn much from him.

Daisy is a sleek black lab. She is kinda hot if you are into short-hairs. She smiled at me a lot. Either that or she was growling. There was so much going on that it was hard to tell. All I know is she drooled on my neck. Take that how you want to. I'm saying she was smiling.

Here are some pictures of them.





In case you didn't know Roscoe is the one laying down. He told me he was strategically waiting at a high traffic area for a treat from one of the kids. I think he was just taking a nap. Like I said, he's old.

Anyway, after we spend some time with them, we get back in the truck and head up to Knoxville.

It was hard leaving Leann. She was my foster mama, and had been so nice to me and my sister, Bella. Back then they called me Bama, cause you see, that's where I'm from, down abouts around Geneva.

Leann took care of me when I was a pup (i'm much older now, almost five months!). Bella and I were rescued from a bad backyard breeder that mistreated us. He didn't hardly give us no food or no room to live. We both got really skinny. I don't know how much time we had left. We also had the mange pretty bad. Trust me, it's much worse than just being Mangy.

But, that's where Leann and Happy Pet Rescue came in and got me and Bella out of there and into Leann's home. It's difficult to trust humans after we get treated this way, but she helped us start believing in them again.

This is a picture of me after I got some food in my belly and some medicine for the mites. I had forgotten what it was like to be happy. Mr Beaver on the other hand doesn't look so happy.



The next picture is one from a few days before I learned I was going to a new family in Tennessee. I think my fur is filling out quite well, don't you think? I tried to pose pretty too.



Today LeAnn drove me up to Lagrange, Georgia to meet my new family. It took about four hours to get up there, but we got to drive by lots of places i'll probably never see again, so it was neat.