Dear Diary - How I Came to the Family

Dear Diary,

Mom says it has been One Year Since I Came To Live At This House. Here is the story she told me:

“It was a cold night and you followed Jack and me home from the park. You sat on the front porch and you did not leave. It was going to be freezing that night, so we brought you in to sleep in Jack’s crate.

“We looked and looked for your family. We put up pictures and we posted your photo on Facebook. But we got lucky and got to keep you.

“You were a handful. You chewed up several power cords to computers, two pairs of tennis shoes (only one shoe each), and more than one set of ear buds. But you were also very smart. You were crate trained and you knew how to do your business outside (most of the time). You also knew how to Sit.

“Jack asked if you could stay and keep him company. So here you are: Arya — the Porch Dog. A special member of the family”

I don’t understand all the words, but I know Arya and Family and Jack and Mom. I like this Family a whole lot. I’m glad I chose them to be mine.

Until next time, Arya