One thing I am often asked is how Jen and I came to be together.
I was 9 months old. I was running down the road, minding my own business, and smelling of the dead thing I’d just rolled in. Life was good.
Suddenly, this car stopped nearby and called to me. The woman asked me who I was and where I lived. I should have been scared, but I wasn’t. She told me it was dangerous out here, and I should get in her car with her. So I did.
We rode around and she asked people if they knew where i lived. Nobody did. The woman then took me to her house and I hung out in her back yard.
The woman kept looking for my home, but I could have told her it was a waste of time. I’d found my home with her.
Eventually I got tired of living in the yard, and I told her I wanted to live inside with the other dogs. And I did.
Hard to believe that was 8 years ago….. and that I’ve put up with her as long as I have.