Week #1--Getting Started

This is my week #1 on here.
I may as well tell you some of my background first--wouldn't make sense if I didn't. It started out in around April or May, perhaps, in my mother's den--she had about ten puppies. My mother's name--oh, I quite forget. It does occur to me, however, that my father's name was Scout. Next week I will see if I can dig up my mother's name.
Anyway, one day, a family came by and looked at all the girls of my family--including me. Big She held me in her arms. She explained how calm and cute I was, and then it was that they crated me and took me. My mother said a solemn goodbye. "Never forget what I have taught you," she said. I nodded.
It happened that I was in for adventure. I slept for the most part of the next few months, but finally made it to the adventurous stages of a puppy.
Now I am a grown dog of five years. I have near forgotten my family, but the words of my mother will always ring true in my ears--even if I don't always obey it.
My family now consists of eleven, including me. There is Big She. She rules the house when Big He is gone. She is constantly insisting I quit stepping on her toes. Big He loves to fool around--even when I don't. We play many games together. There's Little She. She teaches me many a trick. I have learned to bow and shake paws. Then there's Little He and Little He Junior. I often have trouble telling them apart. Little He generally has little to do with me. Little He Junior pretty much claimed me, but can be frustrating at times. There's Little She Junior. I ignore her. She's my size, and constantly going after me, insisting to pet me. I don't like that. There's Tabitha. I call her Tabitha the Terrible. She doesn't like me, even if I only wish to smell her nose. She bats at me, and many a time her claws have scraped across my skin. I am told that a cat named Romeo lives here. I have glimpsed him sometimes. He is old and gray, and keeps out of everyone's business. I am also told that there is a horse at the garage that Big He runs named Missy--by the way, what is a horse? I have been trying to figure this out for some time, but it's quite hard, as you might know--I have no access to books. There's also Sally, a black-and-white long-hair cat. I chased her up a post once--and how proud I was at the moment!!
This week has been uneventful. My dear friend Susie has come to spend three weeks, as I heard. I am quite happy.
Perhaps next week there will be more adventures to speak of. Perhaps.