I am head over heels in love with this little cockapoo .He became a new member of my family about two months ago. We originally bought home two fluff balls , A 2lb girl who I named Sasha ( named after Beyonce) and a 4lb boy who my sister named Diddy.Unfortunately after two weeks, three visits to the vet, and One overnight stay in emergency care she passed away .The breeders who we adopted or puppy's from knowingly sold us a sick puppy . I took the loss a bit hard she was my first dog.I was angry that the people who we thought we could trust lied to us and hurt because I watched her suffer and despite of efforts could not help Sasha regain her health.
(Diddy and Sasha first day home via my blackberry )
Diddy was supposed to be my sisters puppy but after about three week of living with her she was faced with the choice of being evicted or giving him up for adoption.Her neighbors began to complain about the barking of the puppy an although pets are allowed in her apartment complex the rules are very strict.After Sasha's passing I didn't want to even see another puppy but my mom didn't want to see him sent to a shelter so we took him in. I was not happy.I thought it was gonna be horrible and I thought I would be reminded of Sasha 24/7. To my surprise it was the total opposite, it was almost like this little creature could sense what I was feeling and set out to fix it . I was set on the idea of him staying away from me. The first day he stayed in my house I fell asleep on the couch watching a movie .I woke up in the middle of the night to find Diddy laying at my feet, not sleeping or playing but just laying. I found this weird because he is usually bouncing off the walls.Before living with us every time my sister would bring him over he would be getting into everything and would never stay still.I dismissed him and got up to go in my room ,he followed . I put him out and and assumed he would go in my parents room and lay down in his bed then I went back to sleep. The next day I woke up, opened my door to go to the bathroom and almost stepped on him because he was laying at my room door . I asked my dad how long he had been at my door and he told me he was there since he got up ( around 6:30am.)This behavior went on for about two more days before I finally bought his doggy bed in my room so he could sleep there.Even after bringing all his things into my room and making him his own space he would only sleep beside my bed on the floor .Gradually I started to warm up to him ,it was hard not to. His sweet gesture of just being there and staying with me warmed my heart .I noticed that the pain surrounding my loss started to lift as we began to bond . Fast forward to now and everything is back to normal, Diddy is his normal playful, silly self and I am feeling great too. He is one of the sweetest ,smartest. goofy,and loving puppy's you will ever meet and despite the circumstances surrounding the way he came to live with us I am happy that he did.
( Diddy now )
Hey guys,I haven't really had a lot of time to blog lately so I thought I'd do a quick post .I wanted to welcome all my new readers and say thanks for following me. I apologize for the lack post lately.I really hate the fact that I haven't been able to focus on my blog the way I want to but I'm working on it so please don't abandon me. I've been trying to get myself organized but since I'm always all over the place it's not the easiest thing to do. A friend of mine asked about being a contributor so you guys may be seeing post from the both of us,I'll update you all on that when it's official.So yeah that's about it for updates I love you guys for reading,Stay Fab..
