"Hi, my name is Jezebel. My people call me Jezzy. This has been a pretty exciting year for me. I was on
the street and a human in a uniform brought me to a place with cages. I don't like cages but it was warm and I got to eat
pretty well. The vet doctor looked me over, poked me with needles and gave me a clean bill of health. Then they moved me to
another place with cages. Still warm with good food, but this was different. There were a whole lot of nice people there.
This, I discovered was the animal rescue league. They got me out of the cage regularly, played with me and gave me treats.
They also said that they would find me a "forever home". They showed me off, and soon some other humans decided to take me
home. But, it didn't work out. In fact that happened twice. Then this nice lady, Karyn, came and visited me. Karyn was
friends with the rescue people. She said it was a shame nobody wanted me and that I should at least have a nice place to
live, until my "forever home" was found. So she took me to her house and I knew that this was "it". Lots of people! Glenn
was there and there were three young people, too. They all showered me with love. Better yet, there were Adam and Emma. As
dogs go they are the best. I found out that Adam was also rescued by the league, which is where Mommy and Daddy adopted him.
Emma had been on the street, too, but she was from a different cage place in Warwick ( Emma hates cages more than I do). It
was obvious to me that I needed to turn on the charm and stay here as long as I could. Mommy tried to get me adopted. She
took me to a couple of places with some wonderful people who wanted me to live with them. The first ones had another dog that
just didn't like me at all. The second family adored me too, but when they brought out their cat ... well, that was that for
me. After that Mommy threw up her hands and said she would talk to Daddy about keeping me around for good. I knew I was "in
like Flynn", because Daddy is the biggest pushover for a sad faced "Pound Puppy" like me. Oh, he made noises about "three
dogs!?" and all, but he is such faker. I mean, when he called me his "cuddle bug", I knew he was hooked.
Now life is good. Anybody who uses the phrase "a dogs life" must know what it's like in my family. Emma
and I get along great. We chase all around, taking turns stealing toys from each other and begging to go outside. We work
on Adam to get him to play, with only occasional success. He does respond well when I steal his "Kong" ball. He can get up
a head of steam when I run off with it. It keeps me on my toes too, because he is getting better at snatching it back. But,
he can be such a "poop" sometimes. Daddy calls him, "the couch potato". Actually, I enjoy pretending that there is something
outside, so when Adam comes to look, I can steal his warm spot on the couch (that works with Mommy and Daddy too). Sometimes
we tease him too much and he gives us a big "WOOF". Emma will get in his face and argue with him. I find it easier to flop
on my back, grab his face with my paws and lick it until he sneezes. In fact, flopping on my back works great with my people,
too. The result is a belly rub. Oh, I know that I have my faults. I do love chasing wheels. Motorcycles and
busses are especially tempting. Daddy does not behave well about this when we take him for a walk. So, I try real hard
to turn away and pretend I don't care. That makes him happy. So, I think his training is going well. Mommy has been
well trained, too. She feeds us all regularly and makes sure I have plenty of squeeky toys to tease Emma with. She goes out
to play in our yard too. Playtime is always good, but it is important that we play in our fenced yard or our secret playground,
which is also fenced. That way our people don't get the urge to run off and explore, forcing me to go looking for them. We
have other friends in the neighborhood too: dogs and humans. We get to socialize every time we take our people out for a drag;
umm ... I mean walk. Of course I have some good points, too. After all I do have an important mission to keep squirrels
in their place ... in the trees. Emma climbs up the tree after them. That is such a wasted effort. The trick is to keep
them in sight, and follow and bark at them as they go from branch to branch. I am not really sure if Mommy and Daddy quite
yet appreciate this important and hard work I do for them. But, eventually I expect they will.
Yes, it has been quite a year. Life really IS good now. I have all but forgotten my life on the street and
before. If you are a dog like me, the East Greenwich Animal Protection League will help you out of your bind. If you are a human, then you can go and see if there is a Pound Puppy for you.
We all just want to be loved. Is that so wrooonng?"