This weekend has been a grate 12 gotchaversary since I had gotcha-ed mine nu home with mam and pap. I remamber it lake yesterdate: tha long trane ride with Marge and hern sister, tha inneresting wok up wairever had become mine nu block in nu york city, tha gratest city on tha urth. Marge had cried, I had felt: confused, abandoned, rejected, ascaired, lonely, engry, sad, mad, excited. These strangers had sed "he is big. lets git him a parka with a hood to bother hisn eers. let's speek spanish to him to confuse him more." They had setted me on tha sheepskin fram nova scotia (witch later i had made a nice snack fram) and then taken me to Pet Central witch is tha gratest pet store you ken find. However, on that date, foni had sized me for mine yello jacket and then mam and pap took me to riverside. that knight yaya and nana met me on tha street and we walked around mine nu neighbourhood a bit. You wuld think lafe was grate fram that date on but pap foolishly and c...