Where did my Daddy come from? I'm not quite sure. Mommy adopted me from a pet store. CweeCwee came from the Animal Humane Society. So I guess we adopted Daddy from the Stray Daddy Humane Society. He was pretty skinny when we adopted him.
It all happened so fast! Mommy was gone all day one Saturday and came home with this funny "glow." The next day, she brushed our teeth, washed our faces and brought us with her to meet Daddy. She said she wanted our opinions.
Apparently, she trusts our instincts. If we bit him, she'd think twice. If we loved him, she'd marry him.
We loved him! She married him...thirteen days later! And that's how we adopted Daddy.
That was almost four years ago. Oh, how I love my Daddy. He "gits" me. I think he's got a lot of bichon in him, which is the highest compliment a bichon can pay a human.
For example, he hasn't got a cranky bone in his body...just like me. And he plays right. Mommy tried and tried, but never quite got the hang of it...which is why I did the head-turn-and-bark thing at her all the time.
And he speaks fluent dog. When I scoot and groan, he groans right back. We have long scoot-and-groan conversations. We understand each other, perfectly.
And when I adopted Daddy, I got a new job too. I'm a CC...a Constant Companion. You see, my daddy's very sick. Mommy says its his bellows or wungs, whatever they're called. He hurts a lot. Often, he can't play with me. Sometimes he can't even lift me or hold me. When he gets that sick, I sit next to him, rest my non-existent chin on the chair arm and STARE at him. That's what being a Constant Companion means. STARE at your human and WOOF if they aren't breathing right.
My job even got me on TV!! Want to see me? CLICK HERE!
And that's how I adopted my wonderful Daddy.
Hi! Delly here! I'm a bichon frise. My mommy says I'm crazy, eccentric and hilarious. These are my doodles. WOOF!