adopt | My Life as a Ham

I’m a good boy

Well, I did another good thing the other day. Add it to the list of all the good things I already do: finish all of my meals, give everyone lots of kisses, keep Veda’s back warm while she sleeps, bring joy to the world and everyone I meet. Check, check, check and check. Now, the latest good deed done is this little guy.

This is Ollie. He’s our temporary houseguest.

You wouldn’t believe it, but he’s homeless. Yup, he made a long journey from San Antonio to Chicago with hopes and dreams of a better life and a consistent bowl of dry, brown roundish bits. He’s just a little guy with a spotted belly and a tendency to roll over on his back with the slightest nudge. He moved into our house last week and peed on a few things, but nothing I haven’t already peed on. It was supposed to be a longer stay with us, but a week into his visit we found him a forever home! His forever home is not with Ms. Veda and me because our parents only have 2 hands each which means they can only pet two dogs at a time and more than that would be cruel to me. If you are petting a dog with one hand then you better get that other hand busy by petting me! Do you think you evolved to have two hands for a better reason? Maybe to throw two cats out of the house at the same time, but that’s the only other reason! Just kidding, I love my feline friends and their pointy claws.

: Veda showing interspecies respect to the late Smokey Bones

These posts never stay on track! Let’s return to our original focus of Señor Ollie. His days of wandering the country in search of a place to call his own have come to an end in the City of the Big Shoulders. Check. I think my heart is going to break that little heart meter from the Grinch pretty soon if these good deeds keep stacking up. Watch out Mother Teresa! Mr. Hambone is on his way up the ladder of the Saints.

-Hamanitarian of the year

A Rough Start

The picture that started it all!

Everyone knows the beginning of life should be a simple time when one eats, sleeps, and poops. It’s not that I didn’t do those things (because I definitely did), but I had a little more trouble than most pups. I was birthed, brought to a shelter with all my brothers and sisters and we were all adopted at only a few months old by some loving persons to be brought to a new home to live happily ever after. My wonderful new Mom brought me to her house and I brought home a little virus called parvo. No one knew I had the virus then, but we soon found out something wasn’t right when any food and water started making me sick. The world started to seem like such a burden and I just wanted to sleep because I had never felt so miserable in all my months on Earth. An immediate trip to the animal hospital was in store. I don’t remember much from the hospital, but they say I was knocking on death’s door. The people there were very nice even though they poked me with sharp needles and pushed on my belly that was already hurting. I got a blood transfusion, a plasma transfusion and another blood transfusion just to keep my little heart ticking. And tick it did. And tick and tick and tick and tick! Two and half weeks later, I was on my way back home with Mom to really start my life. That was the best day ever…until the next one and then the next one and then the next one!