Scrapbook from Ginger

Hi everyone, Ginger here. I thought my mommy was posting too much stuff about that crappy Popcorn so I wanted to tell my story a bit. As you know, I am a formerly fat, currently fuzzy red heeler. I was probably the runt...or so they tell me because I am a bit smaller than usual and have my own way about me. I am not very social. I don't know exactly where I was born...somewhere in Eastern Idaho. I lived with a family for awhile...about 6 or 8 years maybe in Tetonia, ID where I roamed the streets eating snacks and getting really fat. My original people couldn't keep me anymore because of a new job so they took me to the shelter where I was absconded away by Cupcake, who used to run the Animal Adoption Center in Jackson. Apparently fuzzy red heelers are popular...the fat ones especially with the older set. Cupcake put a picture of me up on the wall that said "don't hate me because I am fat." A couple of people were interested in me...a shopkeeper who wanted a low-maintenance dog for the store, and a chubby German kid. I met my mommy at the Adoption Center. She was volunteering and already had taken in 2 horrible cats. She was nice and I liked to stare at her. She kept fostering me but wouldn't commit even though I was really good. One day, after several weeks of fostering, the little chubby kid wanted to take me for a walk and I refused. I sat like a tank in the middle of the floor and stared at my mommy-to-be. I gave her the look...and the next day...she took me home for good.
I knew she would be a good one. She didn't even mind that I leak a bit...although I did have to wear Nemo diapers
for awhile which was humiliating and not very effective. She took me all kinds of places...I used to float down flat creek on an innertube after work sometimes. She would throw me in and watch me float away. I was really fat for a long time, but lots of stuff has happened in the past few years. For one thing, I lost an eye.
I don't really know what happened. It just got all gooey and the next thing I knew, I only had one. Mommy took me on a fire dispatch detail in California right after my surgery and all the people in the office kept sneaking me sandwiches cause I looked so horrible. Now I am skinny because mommy added Popcorn to the family and I developed acid-reflux disease.
Life is still good, though. Today I ate a marrow bone and got to go for a car ride.