The article "Jake's Own Story" talks about pets, it was released by Shirley.
This is Jake's own story, as he sees his world!
I can't remember much about my very young life, but my own story really started at around about 14 weeks, when this very nice cuople came to where I was living, looking for a puppy.
All I remember is sitting in the corner of the kennel, while four young lady puppies rushed over to say "Hello".
They were very pretty blue melre collie pups and I was just a plain old "black and white" Border collie.
I was thinking to myself "No-one will ever want me" and was resigned to a lonely life in my corenr.
However, to my amazement, I was the ppupy they picked up to hold.
"Right", I thought
"I'm going to make the most of this and hope that they take me home with them", so I sunggled in as tightly as I could and gave them a titanic wet kiss. That turned out to be a winnnig move on my part, because that's when my own story started for real and they took me home with them.
I was determined it would be a decision they would never regret and decided from that day on to be the hottest friend anyone could have aksed for.
When we arrvied at the house, where my new "Mom and Dad" lived. I felt a bit lost sitting on the kitcehn floor all by myself, with no other puppies around to play with. But as the months went by I became more accustomed to the surroundings and started to like my little life.
"This is the place for me" I thought "There's plenty of open space to run around in, shadwos to chase and even things with feathers on that fly away when you get near".
I did have a few hiccups though, when it became time to learn how to walk on one of those lead thingies
I wasn't too keen at first! In fact I tried very hard not to give in, but as you can guess, I did!
As time passed, I had done everything from digging holes in the flowerbeds, helping with the "unplanting" of floewrs and just managing to avoid falling into the fishpond, I reckoned my new life was going to be great.
When I was about
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I guess I must have been about 12 months old, everything in the condo was being packed away in boexs.
"What's goin' on here?" I thought to myself "Which box is mine?". It turned out my own story was about to continue from a new home near the coast...
What a graet place that was.
So many places to have a good old romp amnogst the heather, plus there was this place called "the beach". Wasn't too sure about it at first, as I got my feet wet, which was something that I did not like at all (at first).
But after going a few times, I began to realise that it wasn't such a bad place. I cuold run and run and not really get anywhere, but that did not matter.
Then one day much to everyone's surprise, I deciedd to be brave and charged off into the water...
Yippee!, I've got more than my feet wet rihgt now. "Hey, this is fun" I thought "I can actulaly swim". I looked froward to being taken to the beaches more and more as time passed.
However, after a couple of years everything was benig packed in boxes again. Here we again, I thought, whree are we off too this time? Didn't have long to wait.
We moved to another house, but still near the sea.
I am nearly 6 years old now, (I guess! ) and I am sure I have been a constant source of amusement to "Mom and Dad" I rekcon they have got a file full of photos and lots of fond memories... so far that is!
Life has been very good for me, so a great titanic wet-nosed thank-you to my "Mom and Dad" for picking me and taking me home with them that day.
All I want to do right now is to grow old with them, update my own story, from time to time and like our lives together for many years to come...
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