Hello everybody. They have named me "Matilda" and it sounds good to me. Mr. Wright (I'm going to call him"Poppa" after this) adopted me today and boy, has it been some kind of a day. Poppa likes the name Matilda too, so Matilda it is going to be. For some strange reason Poppa keeps singing a song "Waltzing Matilda..." that I really do not understand, but it seems to make him happy. My doggy instinct tells me that he needs a lot of being happy and I'm just the girl to deliver big bunches of that.
I also caught him calling me "Lucy" a couple of times. I don't know what that's all about but I guess he has some adjustments to make too.
First, a little bit about me. I was rescued a few weeks ago by some kind people. They called me a "stray", whatever that means. All I know is that I was not feeling very good, lost and scared. It is a long story that I would rather forget.
The vet told Poppa that I am a Pug-Jack Russel mix, which was news to me...Up to now, I just thought that I was a dog. They also estimate that I am about five years old and 15 pounds, but I don't know much about that either. What do dogs know about "years" and "pounds" anyway!
Poppa was apparently driving passed the Southampton veterinarian hospital today when he saw a roadside sign "cats and small dog for adoption". He apparently did a sudden U-turn and the rest is history. Long story short, we took one look at each other and it was love at first site. I just knew that if I was a good girl I would be going home with this strange, jolly man, white beard an all.
Twenty minutes, papers signed and many pats and kisses later, I jumped into his truck and we headed up the highway to my new forever home.
We went for a long walk just to get familiar with the neighborhood on Grey Street North. It was fun to feel free and to sniff the telephone poles which I forgot existed. I saw a black squirrel...and barked at it, just to announce my presence...that felt good too.
I have only been inside my new house for a few hours now but I have explored every room and tested out the chairs, chesterfields and beds for my liking. It will take a while to decide which will be my favorite spot for a nap, speaking of which, I think that I am ready to grab a few winks on one of the beds with lots of fluffy pillows.
It's been a long and interesting day and I feel like a rest. I can't wait, however, to see what else is in store for me in the days and weeks ahead. I'll be sure to get back to you with updates on Wrights Lane.
It's a dog's life and that suits me just fine. I'm going to be very happy, I just know it...I can feel it in my (Milk)bones!
"Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled
"You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda, with me".
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