"My new life began in a church parking lot.  I found myself there Sunday night and slept under the bushes for a couple of days.  Every once in a while someone would come to the church and I would run up and greet them.  They would pet me but then leave me outside while they went inside.  The evening of the third day a lot of people came to the church - many of them petted me but they wouldn't let me in.  I could smell food cooking."

Adopted - September 2006

Found - In a church parking lot

Scared of - toys that make noise

Bad habits - chasing cats!

Favorite activities - licking faces

Favorite drink - water

Favorite indoor place - Mommy's lap

Favorite outside place - my pillow on the back deck

Favorite Food - leftovers

Favorite Toy - socks

Favorite Movie - Lassie

Favorite Song - How much is that Doggie in the Window?
 

Pookie's favorite links

Pookie is half Dachshund and half Chihuahua

Dachsunds - "Compulsive diggers"
Chihuahuas - "They like to lick their owner's faces."

Milkshake observes Pookie from a safe location.

A girl was playing with me in the parking lot and a woman came up and said, "Oh, you have such a cute dog."
"It's not my dog." the little girl said.  The woman looked at me for a moment, petted me, and went inside.  About an hour later the woman came out.  Almost everyone had left.  No matter how cute I tried to be, no one would take me home.

The woman asked a couple who were leaving, "Whose dog is this?"
"We don't know.  It's been here for a couple of days." The wife responded.
"Take her home." the husband replied.
"No, I can't." the woman said. "I have five cats."

"I like cats." I told the woman as I jumped up and put my front paws on her knees.
"She's a small dog.  Your cats could keep her in place." The wife said.
Another woman came out of the church.
"Do you know whose dog this is?" the woman asked her.
"No, they said its been here for a few days.  She doesn't have a collar.  Why don't you take her home?"
"Well, I would, but we have cats.  And I don't want to steal someone's dog."

"I like cats!"  I said again to the woman. "And I need a home."
"If it belonged to someone she'd have a collar on."  The second woman said.
The woman looked at me.  I cocked my head and smiled.
"Well," the woman said.  "I could pick her up and if she doesn't mind that I could try to put her in the car and see how she reacts."
The couple watched as Mommy picked me up.
"Oh boy!  Oh boy! You're going to take me home!"  my tail said.
She carried me over to a car, opened the back door, and put me on the backseat.
"Oh boy!  Oh boy! Car ride!" I said.
Mommy closed the door and got in the front and drove me home.

When we got to Cottage Larsen, Mommy opened the car door and I jumped out.
Mommy picked me up and carried me inside under her arm.
"Can I have a puppy?!"  Mommy called out to someone.
"Did you bring it home?"  A man asked.
Mommy walked into a room and carried me over to a man. 
He turned around and we were nose to nose.
"Oh boy." said Daddoo.
"We are just keeping her until we find who she belongs to."  Mommy said.  "I couldn't leave her in the parking lot - the church is on such a busy road she might get hit by a car."

Mommy got a pillow from the living room and put it on the floor.  I curled up on it and looked at Mommy and Daddoo.  "You mean I don't get to stay?" I asked with my big brown eyes.
One of Mommy and Daddoo's cats, Smokie, curled up with me on the pillow and we went to sleep.

A couple of days later, Mommy and Daddoo hadn't been able to find my family.  They had put signs up, called veterinarians offices, and checked in the paper for lost dog ads.  They even took me to a vet's office to have me scanned for a micro-chip.
I tried to tell Daddoo that this was unnecessary - Mommy won't let me eat potato chips - not even tiny ones.  But they took me anyway - that was scary.

Finally Mommy said she could place a found dog ad in the paper and Daddoo said, "You don't want to keep Pookie?"

Smokie said that because Daddoo named me that they are going to keep me. 
This makes me very happy.  Smokie is happy too.  Smokette could care less.  But Milkshake and Miss Malt aren't happy.