Here I am the same day mom got me from my old home and my canine mom. She took me right to the vets (after being groomed). What a long day for a tiny scared puppy. Of course, now I'm almost fearless (lets ignore the fact that only tiny dogs scare me). Didn't I loog pathetic? I was terrified. I had never seen a floor let alone a table. The next photo is of me at home one month later. It sure didn't take long for me to get used to the good stuff in life, like a family that loves me, takes me to swim, and spends lots of time with me. Not to mention who buys me LOTS of toys and treats and lets me get on the furniture and lets me sleep in mom's bed. My life shure changed after mom took me from that barn. What else could a dog want?