Saturday, November 22, 2008
My story by Poppy (don't worry, that's my before photo)
My name is Poppy and I've been tagged by Peggy Flobbins who lives with the lovely Lane over at Lanes and I have to tell you seven things about myself.
1. When mum saw me for the first time she did not believe I was a bichon. Mum said I wasn't the right colour to be a bichon and then she found out that in two years I had never had a bath, been combed or cut and she said I was a sorry matted mess. The photo on the right is how I looked then - I couldn't see very well because my eyes were all covered by my hair and hair had got inside the eyes and it hurt me. Good mummy cried a lot when she saw me - I couldn't see her crying but I could hear her. Daddy knelt on the floor and stroked me.
2. They said my first ever mummy was a mad lady. I don't know if she was mad but she kept 16 of us shut up in a small room in France. We never went outside not even for toilet stuff. We had to do that where we were. We never got to eat very much either - my mad mummy used to throw a bit of food in, but the bigger and older dogs got most of it.
3. My doggy mummy and daddy were brother and sister. My good mummy says that I am a victim of in-breeding, whatever that means. My mad mummy came to France from Wales; she didn't have a bed and slept on a sun-lounger as she didn't have much money.
4. I was found because mad mummy got very ill and had to be taken into hospital. Nobody knew what to do with all us dogs and homes had to be found for us very quickly. I didn't like the next home I went to - they weren't very nice to me and didn't understand that I was Disturbed. I didn't know you had to do toilet stuff outside - nobody had told me.
5. After that place I went to two other homes before ending up here in my forever home. I had Problems. I was Difficult. My good mummy and daddy spent a lot of time helping me to Adjust. I had to spend five hours at the groomers after mummy and daddy decided to keep me. But I have a lot of skin trouble and have had many treatments at the vet. They found out I was allergic to lots of things and I have to wear a big lampshade collar most of the time because I want to bite myself. They think I have a bit of mental trouble too. They say I have Food Issues and, after a few incidents involving things I shouldn't have eaten but managed to get at - wax candles, a wooden apple and some sugarless sweets that gave me the yellow and pink walks - oh, I mean runs- everything in our house is high up so that I can't reach it (even though I do still try).
6. Mummy and daddy already had a bichon when they found me. Her name is Misty and she is from a posh place but mummy says that I have cost them much more in vet bills than she ever cost. The picture on the right here is how I look when I don't have the lampshade on. When I go for walks there is so much to see and smell that I forget to bite myself, which means that I don't have to wear the lampshade. In the evening it is also taken off so that I can have a shoulder and face massage. I also love going out in the car - I have a special car lookout seat and people that see us in it take our photo because they say we look cute. I'll be six next year.
7. I never see the dogs that I was shut up with. But a year or so ago by chance mummy met one of the vets who had been involved with our rescue. He told her that it was the worst case of animal neglect that he had ever seen. Mummy cried again. She picked me up and gave me a big hug and I knew that everything was always going to be alright.