I was born on a VERY cold night in the middle of winter. My mother lived in a shed complete with a muddy floor and a broken pallet for a bed with only a heat lamp to keep warm. She did her very best to keep all of us puppies alive and, well she did an amazing job. Once we became old enough to wander around we had to leave. The area just wasn't safe for us anymore. So my Mommy and Daddy took me along with all of my brothers and sisters into their nice warm home. All of my siblings were adopted within the next two weeks, which was pretty amazing considering that the snowpacalypse of 2014 happened during this time. Willow wasn't exactly thrilled about me when she realized I was staying forever. But, I like to think that over time she has grown to love me as her awesome younger brother. She showed me the ropes in flyball and helped Daddy train me along the way. Overall, I'd say it's been a pretty great time! I get my ball and I hear all the time that I am a good boy. That makes me feel great! I love pleasing my parents and my team!
