Wednesday, June 30, 2010

It's My Gotcha Day!!!!

(Me in 2006)

I've been in my forever home for four wonderful years!!!! I grew up in Kansas. I wasn't much of a racer. I liked to push my opponent into the corners. My life took a very bad turn when my racing didn't work out. I'm not saying who did it, but someone left me and 24 other greyhounds in a barn. That's right I was left in a barn and it wasn't to visit cows. One day they decided to bulldoze that barn and before they did, they checked it and thank goodness they did because there they found me and my 24 friends. We were saved. I was sent to St. Louis along with 4 of my friends including my half brother. We arrived Easter weekend.

Around that same time, Mama and Daddy were really sad because their 15 year old Cocker Spaniel, Sami, had died. Mama and Daddy wanted a completely different dog than Sami. Sami was aggressive and didn't like people. She barked a lot. Mama said she wanted to rescue a dog. Daddy mentioned greyhounds, but Mama didn't want a dog that had to be on a leash all the time. The weekend after Sami died, Mama and Daddy went to Bass Pro Shop and what did they see? Greyhounds! There was a meet and greet there. Mama took one look into a greyhounds eyes and started crying. She ran out of the store. She wanted her Sami back. While she was so sad about loosing her Sami, she couldn't get those greyhound eyes out of her mind, so she started researching greyhounds. A few weeks later, Mama and Daddy went to a greyhound event and decided they had to have a greyhound. The next weekend, they met me at a meet and greet. Mama walked me around the store. The following week, Mama was called and asked if she wanted to walk a greyhound in a parade. Mama said "YES!" Mama was teamed up with me and we walked and walked and walked. After the parade, Daddy said he was so impressed by me because I was not scared of fire engines, or bands and I loved people. He said I was the one for them. YIPPEE!!!

(Here's Mama and Me in that parade. Mama looks nervous, doesn't she?)

They told the rescue group that they couldn't take me for about a month because Daddy's job was changing. Well, suddenly Daddy was told he had to be in Chicago the following week for an unknown amount of time and Mama didn't want to be alone. The group put things in high gear and I was in my new home before Daddy left.

I still remember being taken to my new home by the rescue group lady. I thought we would never get there. It was such a long trip and then we got a gravel road. I was like "What the heck is that?" When we got in my new home, I had a new bed and lots of toys. I played and played like I had been there all along. The first thing that Daddy said to me when he got home from work was "You look a lot bigger in a house!" LOL

(My face was a lot darker when I moved here. I'm starting to gray now. I much cuter now.)

That first winter was tough. I didn't have a fenced yard, so I had to be on a leash. We had a lot of ice. Mama and I had to take turns bracing each other so that we wouldn't fall. I'm sure we were funny to watch. We had a fence by the next winter and also I had a sister, Scout. Mama thought I wanted a sibling. I could have done without one, but she can be fun to watch at times.


Mama bought me jammies because I get so cold in the winter. I love them. I like to dress up. Mama said I would have made a good girl and Scout would have made a good boy, whatever that means.
(Mama made me a scarf. I'm not sure why.)

So, that's the story of how I came to live here in this two greyhound town. It's been the best four years of my life.

Jack
Who Is Happy To Have Found His Forever Family.

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