This is my first post so my new Mom is helping me with it. I have had an awesome week in my new home. I have been living in a kennel at GPA Houston since the end of January. The people are very nice there. I used to have my breakfast at 3:30 a.m. and then my dinner was at 3:30 p.m. It was early to rise and early to bed for me and my roomies. I tend to sleep in here and get up around 5 or 6 a.m. It depends on when my folks get up. They used to Dremel my nails at the kennel, so when Mom did it this week, I fell asleep. My registered name is FAREWELL. I never raced. Mom doesn't know why and I don't know either. I am two years old. My birthday is May 12th, so I didn't get to celebrate with my new family this year.
Here is my adoption photo that the folks at GPA Houston took of me with my new family. |
I guess the worst thing I did was my first night here. Mom put some raw hamburger in the skillet to fry and I decided to help myself to it. I was hungry! As I stated previously, I am used to eating at 3:30 p.m. and it was 6 p.m. Mom didn't know about my eating times until the next day. I do like to see what is on the counter, but I really haven't done any counter surfing after Sunday. The last time I did it was when Dad was making coffee. I was fascinated by the coffee maker.
I love living here. When I go downstairs to the lobby, there is always someone to give me attention. Everyone seems to love me. If they are not interested in me, I just lean into them and then they pet me. I especially like kids. They are fun. I don't mind other dogs which is good because there are some dogs here that just don't have good manners. I did play bow to two dogs today, but they didn't accept my invitation.
I have been to the beach five times and I like it but I mainly like it when there are people who want to love on me. I did put my feet in the water yesterday and that was different. I am really good at going up and down the steps to the beach now. I was scared the first day because the steps are really steep.
Here I am watching the water and getting ready to get my feet wet. |
Here I am with Dad showing him that I am not scared of the water. |
Everyone that I have met who knew Joey say that I am not at all like him. They say that he was a good boy but he really didn't care if people petted him. I am always asking people to pet me. I love to put my head in peoples' laps. I am told that my hair is really soft. Mom says I look like Scout and my personality reminds her of Jack.
Me and my Dad |
I went to the vet on Thursday for a check-up. He seems nice enough but I hope I don't have to go there very often. It is a little scary hearing the other dogs bark and cry. He said it was nice to see a nice, young greyhound in his office.
Your new friend,
Jaxson