I’m a Toy Poodle, who has been living my best life in the Bronx, NY with my human mom, Cristina and her boyfriend, since they first brought me home almost a year and a half ago. While I may be living the good life now, those first few days were like a rollercoaster ride of emotions. You see, my mom, Cristina, had been looking at Central Park Puppies for a while, but wasn’t seeing a lot of Poodles available at the time.
My mom always wanted a Poodle because she loves her beautiful curly hair, and she wanted a dog with curly hair just like hers. One day, she and her boyfriend decided to just go ‘look’ at puppies – knowing they didn’t have the money to afford buying puppy at that time. My mom tells me that they went to another store first but didn’t like how the dogs were being cared for there, so they left and walked over to where I was at Central Park Puppies. When Cristina first saw me, her eyes lit up and she said right away, “I have to take him!”. She played and cuddled with me, but her boyfriend told her that they should think it over and that they could come back at another time to see if I was still there. Cristina agreed at first and made it all the way out into the car, but then quickly said “No, I have to get him” and she ran back inside to take me home. That was such a happy moment!
I was only two months old at the time and although they recommended to my mom that I be kept inside until I get all the rest of my vaccines, she was so overjoyed and excited to have me in her life that she brought me all over the Bronx to show me off to her family! I loved every minute of being the center of attention…but by that night, I started feeling very sick. My mom rushed me to the vet, where I stayed for a little over two days. I was so sick that the vet told my mom at one point that my chance of surviving was fifty-fifty. She was devastated. She cried and cried and checked up on me every chance she could. Luckily (hence my name!) I made a full recovery and when my mom came to pick me up – remember, after only three days since she first brought me home - she burst into tears. I jumped in her arms, and we kissed and cuddled as if we had been family for years. We both knew in that moment that I had found my furever home! Ever since then, I really have been living my best life.
I love to go to the park and on long walks to get some fresh air. When I’m inside I like looking through the windows to see what’s going on outside, playing with my toys, and I especially love playing with plastic water bottles because of that funny crinkly sound they make. I like to cuddle with, play with, and greet EVERYONE I meet, too! Apparently, some people aren’t really into that, so my mom tries to stop me from jumping on and licking strangers. I really don’t see the problem with wanting to say hello to everyone, but what can I say? Humans can be silly like that.
I think if I were a human, I would be very chill like my mom, socialize with a lot of people, and I would OBVIOUSLY focus a lot on this beautiful coat of curly hair I have - just like my mom. After all, even as a puppy, I take the time to wash my curls after every bathroom break, to make sure my fur looks clean and perfect all the time – I need to live up to my ‘Mr. Boujee Guy’ nickname, of course! Plus, one of the biggest advantages of being a pup, instead of a human, is that my mom says I bring light into the dark parts of her life, because I’m always waiting when she gets home, and always so happy to see her. When she sees me, all the stresses of her day and from work just melt away and it cheers her up. Knowing that she’s as happy to see me when she gets home as I am to see her, I guess you could say I AM pretty ‘Lucky’ after all! ;)