September 17, 2018
BEACHNUT: "Goodness, Shelldon Darling, what ever are you doing in there?!?"
SHELLDON: "I'm practicing my shell yoga. This is the upward-gazing-glamour-girl move." Teeheehee.
BEACHNUT: "What a spectacular position! You are most perfectly balanced on your pretty white shell-butt, and your long and lovely leggies are in great form." (Oh, I hope she doesn't tip over backwards. POL)
SHELLDON: "Say, the ceiling in our cocohut could use some cleaning."
Hello, Blogville Darlings. What moves are you up to today?
Beachnut and Shelldon
September 15, 2018
It's time for another of my secrets. See, my peeps have no idea what my life was like before they met me, and I'm not telling. BOL
Secret #2: Why was I a stray?
This is a ginormous question. My peeps don't understand this at all. I do...but I'm not barking about it.
So, I was found wandering the streets. They think I had been loose for about 2 weeks, give or take. This was right around last Christmas. Once my peeps adopted me, they discovered that at some point I had been very well cared for and loved. Here's why. The vets all say I'm a pure bred Silky Terrier, so at some point I was probably expensive to buy. I had gotten a bobble-ectomy, tail dock and dewclaws removed. I had also been well trained. I was house broken, polite, respectful of the dinner table and going in/out of doors. I knew how to ride in a car and walk on a leash. And I already knew all about being groomed and I take that like a champ. I like to lay on the couch and in bed, but I'm very respectful about it. I'm great with people, kids, other pets, so I'm well socialized.
WOW! I'm a very, very good boy! BOL Seriously, someone in my past treated me well and met all of my needs. So, back to the secret...if someone cared this much for me, why was I wandering alone in the streets. My microchip hadn't been registered and the shelter that took me in tried all around the area to find my owners. No luck. Then my peeps adopted me! Life is good now.
Did my prior owner(s) pass away? Did I run away from home? If so, why didn't they come find me at the shelter? Was I bad (not a chance!)?
My peeps think that maybe my prior owners were visiting this area during hunting season which is near the holidays. I'm terrified of loud noises, so they think maybe a gunshot made me run away. If they were visiting here from far away, maybe they couldn't stay here to keep looking for me. Who knows? This is a good theory, but I'm not telling. BOL
Who could possible let me go...look at this face!
What do you think, my furiends? Why was I a stray?
BTW: Sending lots of love and stay-safe-wishes to our furiends who are dealing with Hurricane Florence. Please take care!