Hello, my name is Bailey. I'm four year old black lab that was rescued. I had surgery on my back foot to correct an injury, so I walk with a swagger but it never slows me down. My family adopted me when I was 3-4 months old and this is the only home I know. The people here love me almost as much as I love them. They give me dog treats, take me on long walks, and let me run around the backyard any time I want. My family already had another dog and he's my best friend. Then they adopted a kitty two years ago that doesn't like me, but I haven't really figured that out yet so its all good.
Yesterday something very unfortunate happened. I had a tummy ache, and I did some very terrible things all over a quilt top that my mom had just finished. Very terrible. I didn't mean to, but I chose the one quilt I could reach for some reason. My mom had to rip out two rows, wash them and repair several blocks, and resew them. She said some words I hadn't heard before and I don't think she was very happy. She cried a couple of times. I felt really bad about it.
But then I took a nap and things seemed much better. She said she forgave me. I'm still not sure what all the fuss was about but I hear a rumor that I'll be sleeping in my crate from now on...wonder what that's all about.