Hi, I'm Emry. I am an 11 week old Maltipoo and I live with my mom Jen in Isla Vista. I really LOVE the mornings. Sometimes I even like to wake up before the sun does. My mom doesn’t like this very much but she still always lets me go outside. It doesn’t really seem like my mom likes mornings as much as I do, but she’s CRAZY. I don’t know why she always says I’m the crazy one. I’m only 11 weeks old, what does she expect? Of course I’m gonna run around and play with my toys at all hours of the day. Life is great! 

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I’ve only really known my mom for a few weeks now, but it has been amazing. I even took an airplane all the way here just to be with her! I really love her; I think she really loves me too. At least that what she tells me all the time. I don’t think she knows that I can understand all that she says. How does she think I learned how to sit so fast? It only took me 5 days to pick up on that one-- I get all the treats now. My mom really likes to buy me treats, and toys, and even nail clipper and hair cutting scissors. I really hate those ones. Can you believe she took me to the vet the day after she met me? How rude. But that’s how I know my mom loves me. Even though we didn’t meet that long ago she has changed so many parts of her life to make sure I am happy and safe. I even get to go with her to her friend’s house and explore even more! I love exploring. But my mom never lets me get too far to do any of the fun exploring. She’s always chasing after me saying “Emry don’t eat that” or “don’t go under there”; but what if I want to eat dust bunnies and paper and sit under the TV stand. Maybe I am a little silly sometimes; just sometimes though. 

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Sometimes I like to run around and pretend im not listening to make sure everyone is paying attention to me. I do like attention. My mom always tells her friends that I am a big troublemaker but she loves me anyway. “Its me and you against the world, Em”. My mom really is my best friend; I hope I’m her best friend too. But I am 99% sure that I am. She does always tell everyone that I make her so so so happy, and I guess that’s all part of being a cute puppy like me. 

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Since I am a puppy, I really love running around outside. Who doesn’t? But then I get dirty and my mom has to remind me that I have to take a bath. BORING. She always wants me to smell like flowers when I just want to live my life as a living fluff ball. She likes me to be especially clean when we go to the vet. That doctor lady is nice she even gives me puppy pops when I go, which are my FAVORITE! Yum Yum Yum. Now all I want is a puppy pop, good thing I’m going back next week for my next round of shots. They kind of hurt. But the puppy pop and my mom’s big hug makes it all better. I may complain a lot but I know I’m lucky to have a mom like mine. She takes such good care of me, even when I don’t realize it. When she is happy, I am happy; when she is sad, I lay next to her and comfort her; when she is mad, I know to give her space but make sure she knows that I am there when she ever needs a little of my love. I know I am just a seemingly small part of my mom’s crazy big life, but she is my whole life and she makes me love every second of it. Its me and her against the world.