My new people are wonderful to me. I have my brother named Ben who I live with. When we all watch TV I get a pink blanket and Ben gets a blue one. So I'm really good at being a family companion as well as a therapist. This is a picture of me and my brother being silly.
I'm hoping that all will see our souls inside of us and what wonderful family companions we truly are, even if we're from a fight bust, abuse case or the person who owned us before has a famous name.
The name shouldn't matter.
The place shouldn't matter and what the media says about whether or not we're pets or not (who says they're experts in behavior anyway)
what matters is the lil heart that's beating inside us, like any other dog.