According to my papers I was born on December 5th, 2007 at a puppymill in Arizona. I don’t remember anything nice about that place, however I do remember being very scared all the time. Then one day a Bernese Mountain Dog rescue group took me and my siblings away from that place and I was taken to Dallas to a pretty nice foster home. Linda was my foster mom and I met several other nice Berners there. The first thing she did was call me by an new name: Brandy. That was a good thing because I didn’t like my first name. It took a while for me to relax. But eventually I was ready to be adopted by my own family.
A week ago Linda took me in front of the house to meet my new mom and dad. It freaked me out quite a bit to meet these people and to be taken on a very long road trip right away. Can you believe it, we drove all the way to Wisconsin on the same day. I guess my new parents decided to hike it all the way because there was a big storm chasing us and they found out that I was too scared to leave the car.
We arrived in the middle of the night and were exhausted. The next day we went for a long walk and I couldn’t believe the good smells all around me. Of course I was very nervous and as soon as we were back in the house, I picked out a corner in the kitchen were I feel save. I hang out in that spot all the time. It’s a pretty good place, from here I can see everything that’s going on but nobody can see me.
I’ll have my mom put a picture of me on this blog so you can see what I mean.