It’s Our 10th Gotcha Day!

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Ten years ago today huMom & I found each other 💜

For those who haven’t already heard the story you can sniff it out here.

This has been a rough week for us here.  One spent fighting the epi monster. A name we use for when a seizure episode takes hold. It’s been a week of constant vigilance night & day because you never know when that dog gone epi monster is going to strike.  One thing we do know, it often does just as I fall into a good dog sleep.

But this post isn’t about canine epilepsy; although we have many if you are interested.  This post is about the relationship between huMom & I.  A relationship that has grown over the years.  HuMom didn’t know me & I didn’t know her.  We had to learn how to listen & communicate to one another. We learned to trust each other, to have fun with each other, & we learned to love each other.

Remember, huMom’s heart was still hurting from loosing her Destabella just a couple of months before we met. Her visit that day was in concern for another dog who later became  my furbro Mickey Moo Man.  However, it didn’t take long before my charms won her over & she was pawsitively smitten with me.

HuMom still tells the story of the day I leaned my back up against her leg & look up at her.  That was how I told her I loved her.  You  see I did not like to be hugged or to kiss.  No kisses given or received.  I won’t fib, I love kisses now but I still don’t give kisses.  Instead, I like to 💜 nose nudge 💜 I have kissed my huMom, but only twice. I’ve wandered away from what I’m trying to say here. It didn’t take me long to know I could always count on my huMom to feed, shelter & care for me. She loved me &  I loved her before we even knew it.

HuMom & I have spent today together resting & recovering.

Now go kiss you dog, or cat; you know you want to.

CEO Olivia 💜

Tomorrow is CEO Olivia’s Gotcha Day

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Hello everyone, CEO Olivia here. Tomorrow is a special day here at Knotty Toys for Good Dogs. It was on February 19th, 2011 that I was adopted by my huMom from the Quinte Humane Society. I had been there for three very long months before she showed up looking for a companion for my late fur bro Micky Moo Man. I called him, “Moo Moo” & he was a wooftastic furriend.

Me & Moo Moo

When I arrived at the shelter, my name was Molly & everyone called me that name. But my huMom renamed me Olivia after Olivia the Pig. She has an “I can do anything” attitude that comes from knowing she is loved. I still remember that upon arriving at my new home, as soon as I found it, I leaped on my huMom’s bed, declaring it to be mine too. My huMom took the picture below of me, capturing the moment. You can see I’m still wearing a pink collar from the Humane Society.

Since that day, my huMom has been the light of my life & she tells me she feels the same about me. I know that I’m loved, I have my pack & I know I never have to fight that epi-monster alone. I’m so very grateful that she chose to adopt instead of shopping for a new companion. Still, there are many other “Molly’s” out there waiting in a shelter for their forever home.

Tomorrow we will celebrate my gotcha day with lots of treats & then, a nap on my bed. 😉

CEO Olivia ❤