 |
My name is Dexter, my mom says that that means "fortunate" which is just a fancy word for lucky... I am very lucky. I was in a shelter in a little town in Virginia, I was there for over a month! It was a "kill" shelter and the people that worked there liked me so much that they put my photo on the internet in hopes someone might save me. I made a face like a greyhound when they took my picture, and I managed to fool some crazy lady in NY into springing me (she happens to be the webmaster for this site!). |
| Well... she sent out a computer-type message to some people she met "on-line" who like greyhounds as much as she does (Thanks, Edie!). Those nice people managed to get me a ride all the way from Virginia to NY in less than 2 days. A super nice lady named Dawn picked me up from the shelter... she noticed that I'm only half-greyhound but she didn't mind (nobody else minded either). I got to sleep-over at her house and took a liking to her son, Kellen, and I let out a big "ROOOOOOO" every time he was out of sight. |  |
 |
Donnamarie was visiting her daughter near where Dawn lives in Virginia so she picked me up from Dawn and drove me all the way to Philadelphia. That's Donnamarie on the left, and Lynn on the right (I'm the handsome guy cockroached in front of them). When I went belly-up like that, they had all they could do to get me on my feet again, I sure love tummy rubs! |
| Lynn drove me from Philadelphia to some Thruway rest area in NY... that's where I met my foster mom and dad. That's mom on the right, Lynn is in the middle, and dad is on the left. Lynn said, "Whatever you do- don't let him lay down!! He'll never stand up again." I was very very tired from all that traveling. |  |
 |
But there was no rest for me! My foster mom took me to a Meet
& Greet at PetSmart the very next day. Every time a stranger
would pet me I would lie down and show them my tummy, but I got tired of
that too after a while and took a little nap in my foster mom's lap.
She said I'm too big to be a lap dog, but she let me stay there anyway.
I'm still getting used to this "home" thing, but I'm trying very very hard
to be a good dog.
My foster mom wanted to keep me, but me and one of her other dogs weren't getting along too well, and my foster parents were about ready to pull out their hair~ that's when the nicest lady in the whole big world adopted me!! She loves me to pieces, with all my little quirks and everything! |