My Story
My Story
Hello, my name is Morgan Pearl Perot but you can just call me Morgan. I am a yellow lab mix and have recently turned 4 years old. How did I get that silly name? My first human couple named me Pearl but when they split up, I was taken to a petstore to be adopted out. I don't really remember much about that day except that I had been really working my puppy charm all afternoon but the only people that were showing any interest were the kids. Don't get me wrong, I love kids but it's the parents that you have to win over.
So there I sat, chained to a post and sitting in my own mess on a bunch of torn up old newspapers. What kind of impression can a girl make under those conditions? Mommies, daddies, aunts, and uncles whisked their kid passed me hoping to bring their attentions to something other than this cute little puppy that was begging to be taken home. The air was thick with the smell of dirt, cookies, petstore odors, and pig ears (oh I can smell those for miles to this day) when in walked the person I knew would be my new mommy.
She walked right in pushing her way through the mass of people that had gathered to admire me (ok well it's MY story). She pushes them all aside and points at me, "This is my puppy now so back off!". What courage she had to fight off the angry mob that wanted to claim rights to me also. I lifted my head from the damp papers and smiled knowingly at her, "Yup this was my mom and I was going home".
I knew she had been sent to me from heaven because before we left the shop, she dropped $40.00 on toys and treats not to mention the $15.00 she paid for me ( personally I think they could have gotten alot more). That was nearly four years ago and I have so much more I could tell you about my adventures and I will so check back often.
OOPS! I nearly forgot to finish what I started telling you to begin with (I am a ramblin' dog?). Ok so how I got that name. My new mommy was playing with me and kept studying me carefully for a name and EUREKA! She discovered it. She was so amused by my large ears and my long nose that she named me after one of the Presidential candidates, Ross Perot (don't ask me why, I think I am much more attractive), The Morgan part? Oh I think she just felt so bad for sticking me with the other two names that she had to think of something with some charm to it. Who knows how these humans think.
I will tell you more about me and my adventures in the future so please stop by again!
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