It’s been 3 whole years since Mom and Dad came to the shelter to rescued me. I was only 10-weeks old and weighed 6 pounds. I was born in Madras, Oregon on November 27, 2009 and taken to a local shelter along with my two brothers–I don’t know where they are, but I hope they are as happy as I am. They called me “Aponi” back then–it’s a Native American female name meaning butterfly. It’s a pretty name, but not me.
No one wanted me at that first shelter, so I was put in the Second Chance Program and moved to Portland. Mom saw me on Petfinder while I was still at the other shelter and just knew I was meant to come live with them (I guess she thought I was cute or something). My new household already had a dog named Toby and two cats. They didn’t like me very much, but I wanted to be friends and kept trying. Those kittehs STILL tell me I’m too trying…….
Toby and I became friends. It took awhile–he thought I was a brat and missed his sister who died a few weeks before I came here. But I took care of that. I pounced on him, took him my toys and finally he started playing with me. He taught me a lot about playing in those first few months, and I’m really glad.
Toby left me to go play with Maggie almost a year ago. I miss him a lot, but will always be grateful he was there to help me grow up.
And grow up I did! Mom and I have lots of fun together. I know I’m a ball-obsessed, mud-lovin’ dog, but Mom says she wouldn’t have me any other way. I’m just really, really glad they came three years ago and took me home to live with them.