Now, I may be small, but I can do anything...Except climb the stairs.
Hi, my name is Lancer. I am a nine week old German Short-hair Pointer, and today I was finally adopted out of the shelter. I was beginning to think that I would never have a family of my own after my litter mates were each adopted out what seems like ages ago. I said good bye to my mum, who wished me good luck and told me to remember everything she's taught me so far about why being a family dog was an important role. I told her I would always remember, as well as remember her, and that I loved her very much.
Just as I was being taken away to be put in this small cage I saw a small tear form at her eye that was twinkling with pride. I wagged my tail good bye for her as I was placed into this weird thing that seemed to move us a lot faster than I ever could run. I was scared at first, but I remained brave for my momma, though she could not see me if my courage had faltered anyway. Since moving this fast wasn't actually hurting me, I decided it couldn't be all that bad, right?
