The day I was adopted.

I had about 12 siblings or so, and was kind of afraid of the day I was going to be taken home by my adoptive parents. Of course, I was comfortable with my life already, and all of a sudden, I had to be taken away from that to go to my future home in Saint Louis, MO. It wasn't a long ride, a bit less than one hour, but it was my first time in a car and I started to feel confined in the little carrier my parents had put me in on the back seat. So I started screaming to call their attention during the first 5 minutes of the ride. I was only 8 weeks old, but could definetely make a lot of noise, so they stopped the car and took me out of the carrier and I sat on my Mom's lap, which was lined with a towel, in case I accidentally went to the bathroom right there. I was curious, looking out the window and through the windshield. I really liked when we crossed the bridge over the Mississipi river and saw the Gateway Arch by night. It was awesome! My Mom held me on top of the dashboard so I could see all the city lights. Both Mom and Dad looked at each other and were happy to see that I got quiet and entertained with the car ride. We finally made it home and I played a little bit in the backyard and then was put in my den. That was November 18th, 2005. Please see pictures of me with Mom and Dad.