Caprice's Turn

So, I'm taken away from my mom (dinner) and aunt and big and little poodles, put in a little bag, and taken someplace very noisy, followed by a lot of bumping and waiting. Eventually this human tells me we're home and we sit and wait in a big room until a bigger human joins us and we move on. I'm tired, hungry, and thirsty, so I'm thrilled to finally get out of that bag.

My new home is shiny, and there are no other dogs! I have to sleep all alone my first night, and many nights after that. Something good about this place, besides these people who are really interested in me, is grass! I didn't know about this in Las Vegas. It felt good (cool) and tasted yummy!

I don't remember a lot of specifics after that- a lot of going in and out, and for some reason, eliminating in the house was not appreciated, so, after a few weeks, I learned to oblige.

I remember a special toy, though-- a pink poodle! However, with my sharp puppy teeth, mom had to take this away from me when things started coming apart.

I was absolutely precious and perky as a puppy! I pranced and danced and loved my new home and humans. I think I was a big of a wild child.

One tramatic event of my youth that Michael reminded me of. We had company over for dinner and to meet me. I very politely laid on the dining room floor and rested while the humans ate and visited. They moved on to the living room. I tried to, my tag was stuck in the floor vent. I panicked and pulled. Next think I knew, I was free, but the floor register came with me. I was scared and embarrassed, and Barbara had to chase me to free me. After that, no collar in the house for me.