What I Don't Miss

Sometimes I try to remember the bad things about Nordhaven. It helps the pain.

Today I was thinking about Papa Eric's love of European music. He was born and raised in Germany. He likes a lot of weird stuff.

Here's an example...

Papa Eric, Are You Proud?

It has been over a year since I last wrote. I had such hopes of finding my family. My new owners (they are nice, but will never be my family) told me Papa Eric and Mama Chrissy would never come and to accept my new home, but I told them they were wrong. For awhile I blamed them and assumed they had somehow kept my Nordies from reading my blog.

I think now, they were probably right.

I have taken a picture of myself to show Papa Eric what I look like. I was on the cover of a puggle magazine. I hope he is proud.



I will never give up, Papa. I will find you. I will come home. My legs are still short, but for my breed, they're pretty long. I will use them to find you.

P.S. Are you going to Colorado in July? You said you'd take me. Remember, Papa? Remember?

Let Me Introduce Myself

My name is Butternut, but you can call me Butters. On second thought, you can call me Bitternut. Let me explain.

My mommy was a nice lady with a great singing voice. She would sing songs to me and my brothers. My daddy was my hero. He worked at home, exercised a lot, coached my brothers, and had even met Michael W. Smith. My brothers were awesome. The dominated the backyard football games. I was so proud to be a Nordhoff. I even had a neighbor who had two dogs that kind of looked like me. At least I think he was my neighbor. He was always there mowing and even promised to give everyone in the neighborhood a tv, or something like that.

But then it all came crashing down. I developed a skin condition and was without a home. I can't really say I'm homeless because I live with a new family in a new house, but it'll never be Nordhaven (that's what I call my home).

I'm trying to get back. I created this blog as a means to find my family. Maybe you've seen 'An American Tale.' If you haven't, you should see it. It's about a Russian Mouse named Feivel who is looking for his family.

The family that stole me from the Nordhoffs watches this movie often (I think they might be Russian). Each time I see it, I'm reminded of my home.

Papa Eric, if you're reading this, I miss you. Tell mommy to sing extra loud tonight, so that maybe, just maybe I can find my way home.