Well, I figured out adulthood.  I became an adult—very soon after I was moved to that hidden pen.

Yep—babies became part of my life.

I loved those little sweet squirming babies.

But I didn’t get to have them for long. As soon as they hit their 8th week zipp, they were placed in a pen next to me.

I sang calming songs to them, like Momma did for us.

Soon, I repeated the whole process all over again, and again and again.

Then one day, the lady showed up with a man.  The woman said that I was for sale!

“FOR SALE!!!!”  She was getting rid of me!!!!

The man reached down and picked me up.  Held me close to his heart, and I felt Peace!

Wow!

I really like my new ‘owner.’  He was good to me, gave me a bath once a month, and let me exercise in the sun, which was a tiny distance from my new pen.

Of course, I still had my ADULT duties of having and raising puppies.

Then one day…actually, night,  the puppies and I almost ran over the rainbow bridge together.

It took me a long time to recover from all that.

After I got well, my man owner came into the pen.  He was wonderful, he talked to me and to everyone else in the pens all the time.  Telling us good things about ourselves, telling us things about each other. You know nice stuff.

Anyway, in he came.  Picked me up.  Gave me a kiss on the nose and said:  “Today is a big day for you, Boo.”  He called me Boo, even though my full name is Boo Berry Betty and the lady called me Betty.

“Today, you are going to take a bath, get all cleaned up, because today you are going to live with a family.  No more adulting for you.  Last time was just too much.  I’ve found a wonderful family who will love and keep you, and you can learn to be a farm dog.”

Farm dog?  What’s a farm dog, I thought.

Anyway, I had a bath, toenails clipped, and a nice brush.  I felt so good.  My owner always gave us really nice baths.

Then this lady showed up in the doorway.  I didn’t pay attention, because people were always coming and going — leaving with puppies.

My owner picked me up.  Handed me to MOM and gave Mom my papers (whatever those are), then walked with Mom and me to the car.

“Thank you, Alan, Mom said.  I promise she will have a wonderful life with us and get to do lots of fun things.  No more ‘work’ Boo Berry.”

With that, we drove to my new life!