Gotcha Day

Today is Lincoln's gotcha day. So here's a letter from Mom to Lincoln.

Linky,

One year ago today, I got an e-mail from the pug rescue saying they had a male pug they found wandering on the side of a busy road. They had no additional information. I drove a county over to pick you up and when I saw you for the first time my heart broke. You had been chained and you had big sores covering your whole body. You were the skinniest pug I had ever seen and I wasn't entirely convinced you even were a pug you were so dirty. The lady that had kept you until I got there handed you to me on a rope. You smelled quite horrific but I didn't care, I loved you immediately. I kept wondering how I could ever give up this sweet foster baby. You rode in my lap and gave me as many kisses as you could manage. I took you immediately to IncrediPet to get you a harness and you ran straight to the toy aisle and grabbed the ugliest looking purple ferret I had ever seen. I bought it anyway. I almost had to buy a whole rack of Dog Fancy magazines when you gracefully lifted your leg and peed on them in front of the store.

Silly me, I thought you would sleep in a crate that first night. I put you in the crate and turned out the lights intending to go to sleep. You wailed, moaned and howled. Minnie even cried when she heard you. So Minnie and I got you out of your crate and put your still smelly pug body in bed with us and we all cuddled. There was no turning back, you had wiggled your way into everyone's heart. I tried so hard to let you remain a foster but I knew you were meant to live with Minnie and I. When I thought about the troubles you had probably seen and the way you flinched when people bent down to pet you, I worried readjusting you to another family would only hurt you more.

You are my sweet boy and one of my best friends Linky Loo. You had incredible amounts of patience with your sister and provide me with the best companionship possible. I wouldn't trade you for anything.

Loves you,

Mom