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On my way home for the first time, I was put into a box for a safer
trip. At the time mom owned a Fiero. There isn't a back seat, so
my daddy held the box on his lap until we got to my new home. Let
me explain about dad... his family had only had cats, so he wasn't
really sure he wanted to deal with a puppy. But since mom wanted
one, he decided he would make the best of it. They had already
discussed that she would take care of me, and he would be responsible
for the two cats that they already owned. His best hope was that
the two of us could peacefully coexist. Well about half way home,
I decided that I had had enough of that old box. I popped the lid
off and out popped my fuzzy little head. I took one look at this guy
holding me on his lap, and began giving him puppy kisses! The more
he tried to turn his head away, the more I crawled up his chest and
the more he laughed. By the time we pulled into the driveway, he was
in love with me. That was almost 10 years ago, and I don't think a day
has gone by since that he hasn't hugged me if we were together, or
missed me if we were apart. To show you how much I changed his
attitude, we haven't added a cat to our family since that day... but
we're now a proud three dog family.
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