I was born in Arkansas and, at a very early age, took a plane ride to Seattle, Washington. I went to a Seattle pet store and was put into a big pen with other puppies waiting to be adopted. No one in Seattle was familiar with my breed, Affenpinscher, so it seemed like no one wanted to adopt me. The pet store had a sign outside reading “30 cute puppies and 1 ugly one” I was the ugly one. Imagine my shock.

I was 14 weeks old when someone finally noticed me. They noticed me because they knew some other people that wanted an Affenpinscher puppy. Now, I was excited! Soon, those friends came to see me and became my new mothers. I could not believe I was escaping that pet store. Good thing I did escape, too. I was very sick, at first, and looked really funny. My hair stuck up, I was really skinny, and barfed and pooped all the time. I remember going to the vet a lot. My vet named me "Lucky" when told my moms that I was “lucky” to be alive. It took me a while to get well, but I am really sturdy now. I am also very spoiled. I sleep with my Moms and have a huge wardrobe. Toys are a must at home. I work with one of my moms at the health club she owns. I do customer service during the week and I go to my beach house on Whidbey Island on the weekends. Life is very good.