I remember that it was raining that day and cold. Mom covered me up with her jacket and carried my tiny butt to the car. This is me sleeping on my cushy bed at home. I loved sleeping at the beginning. Once I got use to the family, I was running around exploring the big house that I lived in. I smelled another odor in the house, which turned out to be a cat. That is what my family owned before, but was no longer around. They passed away a while ago, from what my mama said.
I'm the first puppy to be in this family. Even though I needed to be trained. My parents were being trained on how to take care of me since it is not the same with cats. They had to determine my pee and poo schedule of when to take me outside, which in the beginning was about every 2-3 hours. Also, my feeding schedule, which was about twice a day. I had kibble and sometimes wet food. However, I was bad with my poo schedule and would sometimes need to go sooner that I needed to. My parents weren't too happy when I had accidents around the house. About 3 months into living with my family, I got use to my schedule and it became routine.
I was also crate trained from the beginning, I always slept in my crate when my parents were not home or it was night time. I remember when I first arrived home, I wasn't use to the noises in a house and people walking around. I would normally bark, but these days I have gotten use to the house noises and only bark at random noises I hear outside. I like being a little "guard" dog that can tell when someone is coming to the house. I know no one would be scared of a little pup like me, who is so friendly. I think I would lick them to death and wanna be their best friend than attack anyone. LOL
Anyways, that was my life when I came home from the pet store.
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