my story

I came into Mommy's life on August 20, 2002. It was her birthday. Little did she know that I was about to arrive. Aunt Marney and Aunt Ayelet had this great idea that Mommy needed a dog. They found me at Bide-a-wee, a couple of weeks too early, so Aunt Mary Jo had to foster me for 10 days. I was just neutered and recovering from it, and the day I met Mommy, they took me to the groomer so I can look all spiffy.

No one really knows how my story began. I know, but I'm not telling. I was found wandering the streets of Brooklyn with no collar. Bide-a-wee didn't even give me a new name, they left it up to Mommy, who came up with Ty almost immediately. Isn't it perfect for me? They told my aunts that I'm between 4 and 5 years old. But Mommy thinks i'm younger because I'm just so playful and puppy like.

It's been a bit of an adjustment at first, but Mommy and I are getting along famously now and I have a lot of doggie friends in the neighborhood, not to mention a bunch of crazy aunts who love me. I'll keep you posted as my story goes on.


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