The lady told me that today is special. Ever since before Santa's day, I was learning my Manners and teaching my foster people all of the special, sparkly things about me, but now that I am a full package, I get to find my home that will give me sweet goodies and put a tag on me with my name and their name on it. That's called "adoption" when it happens.
I didn't know exactly what graduation was when I left the Barn except that I had to follow many rules and stay away from "The Ancient One," and eat smuggled-in chicken softies from my friends when the foster lady made me eat cottage cheese slush for dinner. When Sweet Pee didn't come home that day, but went to her real home, I was sad. But I don't think I will be sad for myself because I like adventures.
Chlo-wee came to congratulate me today too. She said we could play. She also said that if I was a good boy when I got adopted she would borrow her dad's key's and visit me if I got lonely. That is nice.
If you know the family that has the flirt pole and stuffy toys and cuddle time, let me know, okay?