A month ago, I was in Chiefland, Florida awaiting execution. That's right. Death Row. Then these people rescued me and drove me all the way to Bremen, Maine. I only spent a few weeks in this new shelter before a couple showed up and took me home.  I'm the one on the left.  The goofy lab's on the right.

Now, I gotta tell you. I'm a smart dog, streetwise, my new mom and dad call me. I know how to play the game. You see, they've got this other dog, Hunter, who's a real pain in the neck. Slobbers all over me. Always wants to play. Doesn't give me a moment's peace. When I ignore his antics, my new owners tell me what a good dog I am and give me biscuits. It works for me.

The cats? Well that's another story. The first time they made an appearance, I couldn't control myself. Charged right in there. The were hissing, growling and guess what? No biscuits. Just a lot of "bad dog" comments. Ignoring the cats will take a lot of patience on my part.

The other thing mom and dad get all bent out of shape over is the furniture. Geez. What's wrong with me curling up on the couch or the recliner. You'd think I'd chewed a hole in it, the way they carry on. And not being able to roam around the kitchen isn't a good thing either. I mean that's where I find a lot of goodies. But mom says "out of the kitchen" and she means it.

I'm not complaining, mind you. The new digs are comfortable. We live in the woods.  I get two great meals a day. Biscuits when I'm good. And lots of hugs and kisses. I think I'll stay.

By the way, my mom's book BED OF LIES was released in print on April 29th. You can get it at Amazon.com or Barnes and Noble or on the Samhain site.