Hawkeye's First Blog

Welcome to my new blog! I am a 10-week-old Black Lab (and maybe something else?) who has had some interesting experiences in finding my "forever home". Here's my story so far . . .

This is my third day in Maryland, after a long car ride north from Georgia. Maybe I woof with a drawl, or maybe its just high pitched puppy barks.

In the last week I was given away by the side of the road, picked up by a young girl whose grandparents said she couldn't keep me in the house, and left in the front yard in a milk crate with a blanket. A nice young man named Mike saw me, and asked if he could bring me to his house since it was going to be below freezing that night. However, he and the friendly woman at his house already had a puppy, and they set about finding me a kind new family. They called and e-mailed their friends and family, and someone in Maryland said they'd be happy to take me. I visited the vet and got shots in preparation (oh, darn!) and spent my last days in Georgia learning that carpets are not better than grass when duty calls . . . There were tummy rubs, chew toys, and rough and tumble games with the other dog, Luna. Fun times--until Friday night when my new family in Maryland said they didn't want me after all. That's sad.

On Saturday, Luna and I got in the car with Jordan and started north to visit family. The plan was to find someone else I could live with. More calls and text messages on the way to Maryland, but still no home for me. Hey, I'm little and no one explained all that, so I didn't worry too much. I rode in my crate like a trooper, with stops to eat, play and go out, and life was good. Finally we got to Maryland. Jordan scooped me up in her arms and handed me to her mother, who said the words I'd been waiting to hear: "Awww, we'll take him." Much licking and snuggling, and barking and jumping. (No one told me ahead of time that my new home would have an aging Sheltie, a slightly younger golden retriever mix, and two stuck-up cats.)

So, that was Saturday and today is Wednesday. We're all doing well and I'm becoming a true Yankee. We shopped at PetSmart, and I got to go along. I kept my crate, my puppy kibble tastes exactly the same, and I've already got the hang of walking on a leash and not peeing under the table or in the other dog's bed (at least some of the time).

Oh, and my new name is Hawkeye, in honor of my Mom and Dad's University of Iowa alma mater. Their team was playing football the Saturday night I arrived, and beat Minnesota 55-0. (Good thing the Iowa Hawkeyes won, as I sure would not have liked being named after a Minnesota Golden Gopher!)

My paws are tired of typing, but I'll be sure to keep you posted on how life is going. Bookmark my blog.

Hawkeye