*yawn* Good morning, everyone. Now that it is almost 4pm, it’s time to get the day started. I had such a long and busy day yesterday that I am just now getting out of bed for some nibbles and a longing sniff at my new bone. More on that later. I thought maybe I would tell you a little bit about my handsome self, since I’m kind of new to this whole thing. My name is Reese and I am a human in a dog-suit.
I was born in Indianapolis, IN, on August 15, 2007. Mama was a chocolate lab and papa was a rolling stone… perhaps of the pit bull variety, but we aren’t too sure. I was born in a scary place with lots of other dogs and everybody was sick and there wasn’t a lot of food. My dog-mama and four of my littermates got really sick and died. Luckily for me, a very nice lady named Jan Clark [www.cilra.org] rescued me and my brother Jed when I was six weeks old. She took us to her house, got rid of our worms, gave us lots of nibbles, and even let us sleep INSIDE! It was awesome. She also called my Mommy and asked her if she wanted to come meet me; after she sent Mommy this picture, Mommy was hooked.
Look how cute I used to be!
Well, Mommy came to get me right away. The minute I waddled out to meet her, it was love at first sight.
After that, lots of things changed. Mommy and I moved to Denver, where there are mountains for me to climb, and dog parks, and lots of friends who came to stay for a while before they went on to their forever homes. Here’s me playing with my buddy Stubbs:
My rope toy! Mine!
Mommy will try to find some picture of my climbing the mountains later. They are the best.
Anyway, after we moved to Denver, Mommy started staying home with me all the time! Hooray! No more work for Mommy! But that didn’t last too long. Then Abby came to visit and we put all of our dog bones and crates into a big moving truck. We went on the biggest car ride ever – through a blizzard and a thunderstorm and fog. We picked up Aunt Maureen and Claire in Indianapolis and finally arrived three days later in Boston. I wasn’t even tired, but Mommy sure was.
For a while, I had to go stay with my buddy Bosley and Cousin Lynn, because Mommy wasn’t allowed to have dogs where she lived. Didn’t they know I am really a human? I mean, I sleep in the bed…
Snuggling up the blankies...
And I sleep on the couch…
(This is when I had to get my toenail chopped off by the vet.)
So it’s pretty clear to me that I am not acutally a dog. But anyway, I couldn’t live with Mommy for a few months, but it was ok. I mostly chased squirrels and hung out with Bosley in New Hampshire.
Then one day, Mommy came to visit me at Bosley’s house and we took a long car ride… back to OUR HOUSE! Well, it’s my favorite place ever. My old bed was there, and all my dog bones, and this nice guy named Josh who lets me sleep on his couch and gives me cookies.
Sleeping on Josh's lap is my favorite.
So that’s me…