Hellooooo Chicago!

Hi there!

My name is Kennedy and my human likes to write.  I like to run.  And to snort.  And to chase Pointers on the beach when they chase inanimate objects thrown by other humans.  Eating is good.  Eating is great actually.  But enough about me...

Sometimes you'll hear stories from my point of view.  Sometimes they will be from Kara's point of view.  But hopefully together we'll give you an entertaining informative view of Chicago as I discover it.

Less than 2 years ago, I was living in south central LA.  I thought I was left for dead - abandoned, starving, blind and pregnant!  But several angels scooped me up and took me to Malibu, Oxnard, Santa Monica, and now Chicago.  Oh my good gravy it is COLD out here!  Kara keeps reassuring me it will get better and this cold white stuff is fun.  Hmmmm...

Dearborn & Adams is not that different from Flower & 5th.  But the dogs are very different here.  And the humans.  And really all that matters is my human, my kittens, my bed, my bone, and my food is here.

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let's go-

Prologue (that stuff that makes you appreciate the happy ending)

I used to live the rough life. Guarded a drug den with my mate in Downtown LA. He knocked me up with 8, yes EIGHT baby shar-peis then he and the crew bailed, leaving me alone in this beaten down house.  I pooped out the pups, then tried to eat any human who attempted to help me until one by one my babies began to die off.  Lucky for me an illegal immigrant lived next door and felt sorry for me despite my killer personality.  Checking on me, he noticed my babies dying.  After the 5th one died, he got the courage (or I lost my strength), to scoop up my furless, scabby, blind 29lb body with the remaining pups.  He took us to the nearest shelter but wouldn't walk us in fearing he'd be reported and deported.

(there's a rap song in there I know it)

Thank goodness he didn't take us in because that low-income city shelter would have euthanized me on the spot! Lucky for all of us, a Much Love volunteer happened to come to the shelter that day for her usual rescue mission. Before she could come in, she saw me held by this man crying. She understood Spanish, so he told her our sad sad story, lifting his arm to show her my 3 babies sucking on what was left of me.

Next thing I know, I'm locked in a bathroom of some surfer vet in Malibu! He fed us, gave us medicine to help us feel better, bathed me and gave me lotion to heal the scabs and scars so eventually my fur grew back. When I was healthy enough, he spayed me and even gave me an eye lift (I'm pretty sure he does Goldie Hawn's too).

Suddenly, we're scooped up and driven to a huge beautiful house in Oxnard and locked up in a bathroom with a door that leads to an outdoor jacuzzi! I tried to eat the woman who lived there, but she insisted on being nice to me. When I was feeling better and gained some weight, she began making me work for food and affection- I had to work work work like a *cough* like a dog!  Dayum!

I found out when I did this, and stopped trying to kill people, they started being nice to me! My weakest baby, Carter, died. But Clinton and Byrd found homes quickly.  (Dr. Erenberg is holding them in his staff photo). I kept sitting at the Much Love Adoptions but nobody would take me home. One grey day in January a woman with red hair walked into the play pen just as that golden mutt was humping me. She oo'd and ahh'd over me, but walked away. Then she came back! But walked away again carrying some papers. 2 days later she showed up at the kennel where I was living and took me to her home in Santa Monica. It's not as big or fancy as the home in Oxnard, but I have a kitten I can chase + a sunny breezy patio with meditating wind chimes.  I'm also very close to the fancy Montana Avenue - we get gourmet treats from the stores.

I was very spoiled until the trainer came over and taught my leader to make me work for food and affection. This sucked. But I feel happier knowing I don't have to be the leader anymore. After 2-3 years of guarding a dangerous drug house in Downtown LA, I can now sit back and let Kara take care of everything and all I have to do is not pull her when we go for walks. And be nice to the dogs at the dog park. ok, now and then she makes me sit on command *rolling eyes* the things we do for snacks...