Dogs with Accessories

Woof,
I have a long story.
I have lived with a few different people & had different names each time. My 1st people were not so nice. In fact I was found in a park in California with a broken back. The girl that found me kept me & moved me to Nevada. I stayed with her for a while & then left on my own. I wondered around for about 3 weeks in really hot weather (100+ degrees). I finally decided to stop at this house.

I was so tired & sick that I couldn't eat or walk anymore. Dad said that if C would give me a bath I could stay until tomorrow. Wow, that bath felt good! Mom was afraid that I would not live through the night so; they kept a close eye on me.

The next morning I could eat a few bites & Dad said the girls had to find my people tomorrow. Well, they had no luck with that. Dad told them that night that tomorrow they had to call the pound to see when they could drop me off. HMMMM, they couldn't get through on the phone. The girls told him maybe tomorrow they could find me a home.

Well, wouldn't you know it my people found me. They were going to move & didn't know what to do with me until they settled. The girls said I could stay with them for a few days. My people came back & said it would be 2 weeks till I could go with them so I just stayed here. After about a month of being here it was C’s birthday & she used her money for me a collar with diamonds on it (they may not be real but they were sparkly).

My old people kept coming by once in awhile but always a reason not to have me. Dad finally told the girls that tomorrow they needed to give me a name. Since everything was going to happen tomorrow they gave me the southern form of it, TOMARRA. Catchy isn’t it? They got me fixed so I don't have to mess with anymore puppies, I got all my shots, we all moved & I even have my own bed & blanket. I am also getting over allot of things that did scare me.

Now, I even like my step brother Zed as long as he stays out of accessories.