My mommy found me in a newspaper called the Trading Post. My icky old owner never let me play in the yard and I had fleas. But Mommy and Daddy fixed all my health problems and got my shots up to date. Now I am 5 1/2 and I have a rockin' life. I sleep in a big nice bed and get to eat good food. Mommy makes me go through my toys to take to the shelter every few months. And she gets extra food to give to the shelter puppies. Sometimes I get to ride with her to the shelter. My aunt tells me I am spoiled. I don't know what that word means. I just know I am really lucky.