Friday, December 19, 2008
Hello everyone! I finally talked my foster mom into letting me write a post. I just wanted to thank everyone for helping me and sending so many thoughts and prayers! I'm feeling much better now. Except that I want to play and my foster mom won't let me! I know, I know ... she says I have to be super careful with my leg or it won't heal the way it's supposed to. It's just so difficult to stay calm. I missed my foster brother and sister so much while I was at the hospital. I want to give them kisses and run around in the back yard like we did before. But, my foster mom is afraid I'll get hurt accidentally.
My leg hurts. My foster mom and dad, my aunt and my grandma have all been taking turns putting ice on my leg to help keep it from swelling anymore. I don't like that at all! But, I try to be good and hold still. I know they are only trying to help me. They also give me these things wrapped in cheese or peanut butter which make me feel better and help me sleep.
I'm staying with my foster grandpa and grandma for the weekend. They love me so much! I get lots of kisses and hugs from them. They have several funny little furry creatures that stare at me all the time. I think they're called cats - or something like that.
I'll included more pictures in my next post. This one was taken on my first night home from the hospital. I didn't really feel like having my picture taken but my foster mom said I had to.
Below I've posted a Christmas poem someone passed along to my foster mom. I hope every puppy out there gets a second chance like me ... that is my Christmas wish.
On Christmas Morning..........I wish....
For every dog searching trash cans for breakfast, a filled bowl with his name printed in bright letters.
For every dog who slept fitfully last night, chained in a frozen yard, a soft, warm bed with a person snoring gently nearby.
For every shelter dog, spending Christmas morning in a soiled run, a forever home, filled with sounds & smells of family.
For every "Christmas" puppy given today, a tolerant, caring owner who won't abandon you as you grow into a real dog.
For every ailing pet, enough money for your owner to pay the bills to make you well.
For every lost dog, a clear, safe road, and well marked path to lead you home.
For every old & tired friend, a warm fire, and a soft bed, to ease your aches and pains.
And for every dog at the Bridge, a moment when you know that you are remembered today, missed again, and loved forever.