Diesel finally gets to say something ...

Hi, I’m Diesel and I’m the youngest in the family. The best, but the youngest! They say good things come in small packages but I’m pretty big.  I’m so excited to get to write something!   Mum said to tell you about myself first and then later we can talk about more fun stuff. So here goes:

I can’t really remember when I was little, but I was found lying in a rest stop on the side of the road at night in the rain. I was crying because I was so hungry I couldn’t move. The pound said I was so skinny they couldn’t help me.  Luckily the nice people that found me said they would help. It probably helped I licked them and did ‘puppy dog sad eyes’ like they do in the movies.  I went to a few new houses and tried to be on my best behaviour but I was so scared. I was too scared to walk so I just army crawled around and sometimes I wet myself a bit because it was scary.  The sound of a lead clicking on terrified me and I’d just freeze. And cars, well they were scary too. So were people. Actually everything was scary and I mean everything. 

When I met my new mum she seemed nice, but I’d seen lots of people so I didn’t really know if she was going to be my mum. I was pretty shy. I remember when she picked me up, she let me sit in the seat and put my head under her arm because cars are scary.  I decided then this person seemed pretty nice. They called me Diesel and I don’t mind that name.