Today I got to play with someone I think is very special. Her name is Sweet Pea. The Humane Society didn't want to leave her all by her lonesome on Christmas so they asked the foster people to take her home, and she is like a little present to me. She's waiting for a home too. I call her Sweet "Pee" because she does this a lot (she's still a baby), and I love to do that right on top of hers.
She has 3 legs. But I am still more bouncy than her even though I have 4.
Sweet Pee is a puppy after my own heart because I am a party machine and I can play for many hours without a water break. And the foster people just don't quite understand the rolling and nuzzling and chewing that is involved in playing for real (believe me, I've tried doing this with them and they always make me stop and "take a chill pill"). But now with Sweet Pee, I can do all of these things. Because we both got a second chance, and that's so nice.