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. 
The (mis)Adventures of Sage 