I was one of several babies born to Tony and Becky. They were both Peke-a-Poos and they had a pet person named Mike. There were suddenly too many dogs to share one pet person, so Mike helped us find new pets.

Mike knew Girl Child through his "Working" stuff. He was coaching the Debate Team (whatever that is) and Girl Child was on the team. When my siblings and I were still very tiny, Mike put all of us in a laundry basked and took us over to visit Girl Child, Honey, and Babe. I liked those pets, and I said so. Girl Child liked my vocalizations, even though she couldn't understand what I was saying. After I got big enough to have my own pets, I went to live with Girl Child, Boy Child, Honey, and Babe.

The next day after I moved in, I got really, really sick. Babe originally thought that I wouldn't eat or drink anything because it was a new environment for me. A little later, though, she picked me up and I was just totally limp. Babe took me to see Dr. Moustache Man, who is a dog specialist. (His moustache was huge--bigger than me, even!) Dr. Moustache Man figured out that I was really sick, so he gave me some medicine and told Babe and Girl Child what to do. I got really better really fast.

I got so much better that I started getting acquainted with all of my new pet people and with Petite, the golden cocker spaniel. Petite was, by that time, kind of an old lady and I don't think that she was favorably impressed with my enthusiasm. I just wanted to play and she just wanted to sleep and eat. We did, however, adjust to one another pretty fast.

Time passed and I grew up. Most days, I played with my pet people or with Petite. A couple of years ago, Petite got really sick and Went Away. I guess it was more than Dr. Moustache Man could fix, but he tried. Honey and Babe still have Petite's collar and tags and sometimes they find them when they're looking for something else. When I hear her tags jingle, I look for her for a couple of seconds, then I remember that she Went Away. I still miss her when I hear that jingle, though.

Last summer, I almost Went Away, too. I got really, really, really sick and had to spend lots of days with Dr. Moustache Man. My kidneys failed and Dr. Moustache Man even thought that I might Go Away. He's really smart, though, and he fixed me up so I'm still here. Honey and Babe now say that I'm "worth at least three thousand dollars." I'm not quite sure what that means, but on the day that I got to leave Dr. Moustache Man and come back home, Babe pulled out that little rectangular plastic thing and asked something about how much that was per pound. Honey says I'd "be a bargain at half the price." I don't understand any of that, but I think it means that they love me. They were both really glad that I didn't Go Away like Petite did.

There are only a couple of things that really bother me. I don't like getting in the car because, even though I like Dr. Moustache Man, I don't like getting a check up. Those people poke and prod in areas that I don't like being poked and prodded in. Fortunately, I don't have to do that very often.

I also don't like that loud-noise-that-happens-when-water-falls-out-of-the-sky. It's taken a fair amount of training, but Babe knows that she's supposed to hold me when the loud noise happens.

My favorite things to do aside from eating, playing, and sleeping are just hanging out with my people. When Babe is doing stuff (working?) on her computer, I hold down the floor by her desk. I also like to spend lazy evenings holding down the couch with either Honey or Babe while they watch TV. I don't understand their fascination with that thing, though--those pet people on TV aren't real, but Honey and Babe seem to enjoy it.