Earlier this week, our friend Ms Liz came over;  she brought her new baby,  a tiny little puppy whose name is Trixie.  Mom let me come outside to meet her, and we played in the yard a little bit. She would run at me, and then when I ran back towards her, she would hide behind someone’s feet. After a few minutes, Mom picked her up and started talking to her- then she told me that Trixie is my little sister! I couldn’t believe it.

She said that Trixie and I have the same mama (not Mom), so she really is my little sister.

Mom wouldn’t let Scout come out and meet her this time- Scout might accidentally knock her over and we didn’t want her to get hurt.

I’m so glad to find out about my little sister; even though we won’t live together, it’s nice to know that I have family in other places.

Mom says sometimes people get adopted too, just like me- ’cause you know Mom isn’t my ‘real’ Mom, right? Sometimes people aren’t able to live with their ‘beginning’ family, so someone else who loves them a lot adopts them and they become part of that family. I think that’s pretty cool.

If I could have a wish, it would be that every dog and cat, and every person, could have a happy family who loves them forever. I’m gonna put that in my prayers tonight.