The story of how I came to be with my mom:
I was born to a dog named Cinnamon. A chow mix mutt based on her name sake fluffy cinnamon colored coat and purple tongue. She was owned by two of my mom's friends, Jimmy and Shay. At the time I was born my mom already owned two dogs, a purebred weimaraner named Amber because of her amber colored eyes, and a lab mix mutt named Spirit (you can see pictures of Spirit and I asleep on the couch on the other page). When I was a puppy, not even weaned yet, Amber and Spirit came to stay with us for a little while. Jimmy and Shay tried to keep Cinnamon and us pups separated from the other dogs but my mom just wouldn't sit still for anything in the world. She kept moving me and my siblings to different places in the yard. Now Jimmy owned this huge one ton pickup truck and one day my mom dug a hole under the back tire as a makeshift den and moved me into to it. While she was on her way to fetch my siblings, Jimmy came out to run some errands. I was so small and practically the color of the sand under his tires he didn't know I was there. He got in the truck, started it, and was about to drive away when Amber rushed under the vehicle, nearly giving poor Jimmy a heart attack. Afraid he would run her over he stopped moving and she appeared on the other side of the truck, rolling something with her nose. When Jimmy got out to see what she was pushing, he found it was me. Amber had run under the truck to rescue me from being run over. My mom said if Amber was willing to risk her fool neck to save me then I was meant to be part of the family and so when I got old enough my mom took me home with Amber and Spirit. I have been there ever since.