Who really thinks dogs were supposed to work for food anyway? I mean, as long as I let them walk me, love me, pet me, scratch me, etc. they should be happy, right? My mommy spoils me, okay, I admit it, but my aunt tries to make me do tricks for treats! Can you believe it? I'm royalty around this place, what do I have to prove?
I'm just a girl in the world. As long as I'm the boss, you listen to me and I'll tell you how it's done. Retired from racing a couple years ago, enjoying retirement in a plush resort with about 6 servants. It's getting kinda crowded around this place though. When we moved in, there were four of us. Gia and I are both greyhounds who were adopted by some animal loving humans. They already had Max, a Yorkie and Buddy, a Scotty. Two terriers in 1 house, geez. About 4 months after we moved in, Buddy lost his battle with cancer. We eventually wound up with Elvis and Honey. Elvis is a Basset Hound we found wandering down the highway, starving and sick. We nursed him back to health and posted notes at the vet; but nobody ever claimed him. So we're stuck with him I guess. As long as he stays away from my bed, we're cool. Honey is a lab who drives me crazy. She got friendly with a hunky Great Pyrahnees down the road and had 8 puppies over a year ago. Way too young to have babies! All of the babies were really cute and my mom found them all homes except one. His name is Jaxson. He is crazier than his mom! We got a new kitty too. Tasha went to kitty heaven. I didn't like her much. She was a mean Siamese cat who was old and grumpy. My mom really misses her though. She kept her warm at night.