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Tahoe (2007 - 2017)
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My dad sometimes sings a song by Three Dog Night called "Never Been to Spain" and one of his favorite lines says, "Well I've never been to heaven, but I've been to Oklahoma. Oh, they tell me I was born there, but I really don't remember." That kind of sums up the beginnings of my life! My parents tell me I was born in California, probably near Clovis, because that's were I ended up in a shelter, but no one really knows for sure.

When I think back on my early years all I can say is that they were confusing. I remember trying to learn my name. I vaguely remember being called Jack and then my rescue mom started using Charger. Eventually I was adopted by my parents and they made it clear I was going to be Tahoe. After all I came from California so I needed a name that would remind me of my roots.

I can't exactly remember what I did that caused me to get sent to the "Big House" in Clovis, but I imagine it had something to do with me chewing on some furniture while my owner was away. Regardless of what it was I was tossed in the slammer and stayed there for a few days until my rescue mom saw me, paid my fines, and arranged for me to catch a ride to Santa Monica, where she lived. When I arrived at her foothills mansion, I knew instantly she had a real love for displaced Dalmatians because I was greeted by six other "bro's." My we had a grand time romping around her mountain property! It was a fine place and I had my own room, but it wasn't home and I was edgy to settle into my forever home.

Thankfully, it wasn't long until my adoptive parents showed up. Seems they drove over eight hours just to come and look at me. I did my best to impress them, but I was afraid of cars and was kind of skinny - I hadn't eaten well in several weeks. I spent one more restless night at my rescue mom's place before heading out in the morning, with my parents, to their home in Utah.

Early on I was given one of my most prized possessions - a "blankie" - let me tell you there's nothing better than a good blankie! You can do so many things with them - sleep on them, dress up like a ghost, play tug-o-war, chew on them, roll around with them - you get the idea. I think my parents may have missed the mark and should have called me Linus.

One of my best friends was Pepper. I guess she was alright for a cat! She thought she could put me in my place and to tell you the truth she probably could. She was one tough little mama. I sure miss that gal. I wonder what ever happened to her?

Life is good at my home in Utah! I can't believe I've been here for over nine years - seems just like yesterday when I arrived! I really like the picture below of me with my family. We make a good team!

Christmas 2014

My main goal in life is to pass on the love my parents have shown me. I can make you laugh on the worst of days and I've yet to find anyone I don't like. I'm starting to get a little older, but I'm sure there will be a few more good stories to share with you. Thanks for taking the time to read my blog!Tahoe