Who Do You Think You Are?

As I mentioned in the “About Me” section (About Me)  I don’t really know so much about where I came from, but the other day I was taking a deep nap which I love love love to do, and when I woke up, I realized I had been dreaming about my Mom!  I remembered Her!  ... and the more I thought about it, I remembered a whole bunch more. 

So Here's What I Remember:

My Mom was super pretty and she was really really nice to me and my brother and sisters.  But truthfully, Mom was kind of the town slut.  She wandered around A LOT...which is what I like to do too.  Here is a picture of what my mom looked like:

Mom, Pretty, but Kind of a Slut

I can’t say for sure who my dad was, but Mom always had a thing for the bad boys.  There was this one guy who she was always wandering off to "visit" on the other side of the tracks after we were born.  And once in a while he would come over to where we lived and check us out.  I am pretty sure he was my dad, because I totally look like him and I totally want to be like him, 'cause he is really really cool.  Here is a picture of what my Dad looked like:

My Dad, The Ladies Man

The other thing I remember was that my Mom was super stubborn, AND I AM SUPER Stubborn too! When Mom's people use to want to take  her somewhere and she didn't want to go,  Mom use to always just stop in her tracks and refuse to budge and I DO THAT TOO !! 

I remember this one time, when my favorite brother -George Foreman Klondike and I were playing outside and The Guy Who I Think Was My Dad came by.   Mom was hanging out with the Black Lab next door, and well Dad about went nuts...he's a very sensitive guy but really had a lot of energy too... he ran in circles around Mom trying to get her attention away from the Black Lab.... but it was then I realized that Dad was a MIXED BREED and Mom really had her eye on the PURE BREED dude from next door.  My Dad was devastated.  We never saw Dad again.

Anyway that's what I remembered.

Oh and another thing happened that I forgot about.  Last time I was at the Place With The Good Dog Smells with The Serious One, somebody poked me in the leg and then took some stuff out of my leg.  I don't know what that was about, but then yesterday, The Bouncy One and The Serious One were VERY EXCITED when they were reading this piece of paper: