My name is Daisy . I turned 1 year old on December 10, 2009. My daddy always says I am a petite little flower. However, I am not so sure why he always calls me that since I look more like a muscle woman . I am an American bulldog mix. Many people mistake me for a pit bull. Daddy always gets very mad when someone mentions I am a pit, especially when Moo-Bear grandma mentions it. Every time, he gets mad and his whole face turns red. When I see that, I always hop on his lap and lick his face to try to calm him down. I don’t mind being called a pit. What is wrong with being a pit bull?

My current family is the third family I had before I turned 8 months-old. My first given name was “Angel” . Even today, I still remember some of the memories of my first family when I hear the name “Angel”. My memories of my first family are very vague now. All I remember was I used to have a lovely home. Most of the time, I stayed inside the house and waited for my parents to come home. One day, I saw my parents start to pack all their stuff . I was excited with all the activity. I jumped up and down around my parent and wondered where we were going. “We must be moving”, I told myself. On a cloudy morning , my parents brought me to a big building that was filled with dogs and cats. “Was this our new home?” I wondered. The people there were friendly. They even pet me when I went up and greeted them. I saw my parents hand my leash to one of the ladies in there. They kissed me, and told me “good-bye”. I was thinking, “Are they going to work now?” If they were, why did they look so sad?

As I watched, my parents walked away. The lady who had my leash walked me through a door and I saw a lot of dogs in different metal cages. They put me in one of the cages, pet me, unhooked my leash and left me there all by myself. I didn’t understand. This was not my home. My home was filled with my parents and my smells. No other dogs were around to bark at me all the time. Was this a punishment? I was a good girl! I never peed or pooped in the house. I welcomed my parents with unconditional love every day when they came home. What did I do wrong? Why was I in a cage by myself? Would they ever come back and take me home? I never knew the answers to all of these questions as I cried myself to sleep every night.

A few weeks later, someone took me out of the cage and took me to a house. I heard them say that they were my “foster parents”. I was not sure what that meant, but hey, as long someone could get me out of the cold and dark cage, I was happy. I stayed with my foster parents for a while before I got adopted by my current Mommy. I saw her for the first time when I was at Pet’s Mart. I was not on my best behavior that day. I couldn’t help it. I was in the cage the whole day and once they let me out, I just wanted to stretch and play. I heard my Mommy tell her friend that I looked like a cow. I was thinking, “Oh, no, is she going to name me ‘Moo’ now? But, I really like my current name ‘Angel’.”

A few weeks later, I was taken home by my new mommy. I was given to her boyfriend as a birthday gift. I tried hard to be on my best behavior that day, hoping I could stay with this family for the rest of my life. Maybe I was lucky that day. My daddy decided to keep me and name me “Daisy” . So my new journey begins with the new daddy and mommy. Daddy loses his tempers sometimes and yells at me. However, I know he loves me very much. He kisses me every morning when I wake up, gives me a bone before he goes to work, and asks how my day was when he comes back home. I snuggle with daddy on the sofa every night when he is watching TV. Daddy takes me out to walk every day. I have love, toys, food and a new home. Life cannot get any better than this.

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I am the king of my backyard . My job is to defend my kingdom from the trespassers. My first defense is to bark. I bark at the bikers who ride through our front yard. I bark at the dogs that smell our front lawn. I bark at the leaves that fall into our backyard and the squirrels that jump on the tree to make the leaves fall into our backyard. My second defense to guard my kingdom is to send my lazy knight , Kuma, to help me chase the intruders out of our yard. Most of the time, Kuma just looks at me and thinks I am crazy. Sometimes, he even ignores me and goes back to his kennel to sleep.

So I am a lonely king who works hard to protect my property and family. During the night , I bark to scare the impostors away from our house. Usually, twenty minutes into my loud and mighty bark, the superior beings (the humans) will try to stop me. They will tell me to go back to my kennel. However, I am determined to protect my family. I am the king of my backyard, and it is my destiny to guard my family from harm. I continue to bark and chase the enemies away and the superior beings continue to overrule my decisions.

Superior Auntie Becky told Superior mommy that I am a dog with mental disorder, which is why I cannot stop barking. This is not true at all. I know what NO barking means. Even though the superior mommy always asks me “Tiger, what part of ‘NO’ don’t you understand”, and Auntie Becky always adds, “The ‘N-O’ part,” the fact is, I know what ‘NO’ means. When mommy says it, it is always mean and demanding. I obey! I always stop what I am doing and behave. It is just that after 10 seconds, the word “NO” comes in my right ear, travels through my brain, and “poof” it busts out my left ear and disappears.

Then, all I remember is, “I am the king of the backyard again.” My fate in life is to alert my people when trespassers come close to our land. I think I am making the right judgments, however, why are my decisions always being overruled by the superior beings? Regardless of what the superior beings think, I know I am the rightful king of my kingdom. I will continue to bark loudly and clearly to scare the intruders away from my territory no matter how many times I have been overruled!

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I was born on May 24, 2003 with 6 other brothers and sisters. My biological mom told me that my dad was a handsome Rottweiler. If you ask me, I think I look more like a mix of golden retriever and German shepherd. I was picked up by my mommy and grandparents 8 weeks after I was born. When I first arrived at my new home I was placed in the hallway between the guest bedroom and the kitchen. Every day, I was tortured by the smell of food my grandma cooked. They say a dog nose is 10 times better than a human’s. Well, just imagine you are a growing kid, and every afternoon you smell tasty food. Your stomach growls, but yet, you cannot touch or taste the good food. That is how I felt. Every day, I begged and begged to have just one bite, one bite of the food, but no one paid attention to me. My mommy told me it is not good for me to eat any human food because it is not healthy for me……but…but…but the food smelled so GOOD!!!!

Soon, I was moved from the hallway to the garage because I was too loud in the morning. How could I be too loud when all I did was push a metal clock with my nose and run around in a circle? Hey, a dog has to have its own fun. I had to do some self entertainment when all I had was a little space that was no bigger than 3 feet by 5 feet. However, I really did enjoy the garage. There were so many shoes and door mats I could sleep on. The garage also protected me from that mean 9 year old black dog that was always trying to bite me. Every time he growled or showed his teeth at me, I thought “Just wait a few months. I will be stronger and faster than you, grandpa.”

When I finally moved out of the garage, I was already 6 months old. During that time, my favorite game was to flip the water bowl upside down and push it with my nose around the back yard. I also liked to run and hide in the bushes when the grandpa dog tried to bite me. Life was OK and relaxed until I discovered the love of my life: the tennis ball . I don’t know who give me my first tennis ball. However, ever since I chased one and picked it up with my mouth for the first time, I have not stopped playing with them. They are bouncy and soft at the same time. On top of that, I love it when I have to jump up and catch them. Sometimes, I can even do a flip in mid-air. Playing with tennis balls have become the biggest enjoyment of my life. In fact, I will never need any other toys as long as I have a tennis ball.

After two years of living at that house, we moved to a bigger place. The yard was three times bigger, so I had more running space for me and my tennis balls. One weird thing was that not long after we moved to the new house, the old grandpa dog disappeared. If I remembered correctly, one day when I was out stretching, I saw a newcomer arrive at my new house. I heard my mommy called him “Kuma”. The grandpa dog was very pissed when he saw the new puppy. However, I welcomed anything or anyone who was willing to play with me. A few days after Kuma arrived, the grandpa dog was gone. I never saw him again in my life. All I know is that one day mommy took the grandpa dog out, and they came back without him. That day, mommy seemed to be very sad because her eyes were red. Even today, I am not sure what really happened that day.

Today, I am a happy 6 year-old dog that has a playmate name “KUMA” who is a year younger than me. Everyday grandma feeds me in the afternoon and plays ball with me after eating. When mommy gets home she brushes and wipes me clean so I can visit mommy’s new home. At the new house, I get to stay indoors and enjoy every moment with mommy around. We get to watch TV and enjoy the AC and heater. I liked to follow mommy around the house. Even when she is taking a shower, I lie outside of the bathroom door. Being together with my family is the happiest thing in my life.

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