So there I was, sitting in jail and very pregnant. I had no one to come bail me out and no where to go if someone did. What would become of my babies? I was facing a death sentence…Then out of nowhere, this really cool woman bailed me out and took me to her house. I was so grateful though terribly busy because I had the babies right after I got there and they took all my energy. I nursed and cared for them around the clock for 8 weeks and then discovered my time at her house was up.
My name is Diamond and I am what you would call a Pit Bull. My babies were going to new homes to start their lives one-by-one. I went to a new foster home so I could concentrate on learning how to be a great pet instead of worrying about my children…I spent my first night there crying and trying to understand why, after what I thought was just a visit, I was left with strangers.
The people were good. They gave me my own crate with a bed. I was regularly fed and walked… I got puzzles to solve too. (They were pretty hard and took awhile). The woman who spends the most time with me took me out to the River for a cool adventure too. I am in a good place and almost have it all…a warm safe bed, good food and water; exercise and daily affection…but I need a family of my own. No matter how good these people are, I am not their dog.
I talked to Sprout about where I came from and he told me things are good here even if I don’t get to sleep with them in the big bed. I couldn’t believe it when he said cats are yummy. Dude is insane…And that chick, Layla? Man she’s a bitch! I avoid her at all costs and am so glad no one expects me to be friends with her. Heck, I can’t believe she has any friends…Roscoe? He’s cool peeps. He puts me in check when I want to party. I hate that but I do listen. He seems to know what’s up so it’s all good.
I’ve learned how to walk well on a leash. I’ve got the housetraining just about mastered. I am awesome at sitting for treats and make friends with everyone I meet. I did figure out that little kids are pretty sweet too but they can get overwhelmed. I probably need to be with kids around 10 or up but I love it when the boy walks me and I rock with cats and dogs.
Lillian Studevant is a working professional and mother of three. She is passionate about animals and rescues dogs in addition to two of her own. Follow more of her family's adventures on her Personal Blog.
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