Sunday, November 2, 2008
My Name is Bliss
You can not imagine how grateful I am to meet you. My mother rescued me just over two years ago. I was by the side of a busy road, wet from an all-day, spring rain, and I was only a little fuzz ball. I was about five weeks old.
She took me in, dried me off and gave me a bowl of warmed milk. I have been here ever since.
Look at me now! I am the Queen!
I have grown up to be a gorgeous child. My Dr. Ashby says that my genes didn't know if I wanted to be long hair or short hair, so I'm a bit of both. I don't know what genes are or what the heck he was talking about. But, sweetheart, I do know that I am beautiful!
Mommy said she named me Bliss because of the joy I brought to her heart, but she has other names for me too. I answer to Blissie or Miss. Bliss, but I don't care for it very much when see calls me Smart Ass. Even though she says it with love and affection.
I love to spend time looking out windows. I wonder if mom is going to finish raking all those leaves.
My favorite spot to sleep is on my mother's best chair in the living room. She put a fuzzy, yellow blanket on the chair so I can be more comfy. She doesn't care how many of my black hairs stick to the blankie either. She is the best!
I have the best life! I play and sleep every day. My bowls are always full and my mom loves me. I love her too.