Being a nice dog I am allowing the Little Rat to post excerpts from his diaries on my blog.
So without further ado … introducing Snowy. The rubbish bin rat.
Excerpts from Snowy’s Diary – 1
My Rocío took me in her car for a ride. I don’t know much about my Rocío. She found me at the side of a rubbish bin when I was a few days old.
Some people had asked their vet if he knew of any dogs who needed a home, so my Rocío emailed them. A month later we went to visit to see if we got along. They couldn’t take me straightaway because the woman had stupidly injured herself and because I am so young I’ve not got my passport yet.
But the nice man decided they would take me straightaway. The limping woman looked horrified as she knew what that meant. Three months of coping with a new puppy when she couldn’t even walk properly.
There was another huge dog there. His tail was bigger than me. I pulled it anyway.
After a couple of days the nice man and the big furry dog had to leave for WORK. I was left with limping woman.
I wasn’t sure what she was. A mama? A sibling? A toy? A food provider? Or all of those in one? She certainly has tasty toes. I don’t remember my mama or my siblings.
Just over four weeks old and I have had a busy life already. Three homes so far: the side of the rubbish bin, Rocío’s home, and now this one. Maybe another one before the rubbish bin? One for every week of my life.