My first day

The first thing I remember – the stench at the Mumbai airport. It was as if all the other rotty’s had shat on the Tar-Mac in honor to welcome me.

I was around 7 weeks and flew to Mumbai in Air India. Regrettably the 9 hour journey had drained me completely. I was hungry, thirsty, cramping and sir sick. My master picked me up at the airport and took me home. The ride home was quite exciting as I was on my master’s lap sucking on one of his thumbs and steering the wheel myself (sometimes). It was roughly 3 in the morning by the time I arrived at my new dwelling.

I was greeted by my new family - my master’s mom, dad and Kelly the Labrador. I was immediately given water and some baby (human) food to appease my hunger. Just for the record it tasted awful.

I think I had my bedding next to my master and slept immediately.