I an a lucky girl. My mother was a puppy mill breeding dog, and was sold to a kind man when she was pregnant with me. My mother ran away after she gave birth to me. I was picked by my first owner because I was the first out of the whelping box. However, over my first year, my owner realized that I was living in a crate for too much of the day and I was too much to care for, so she surrendered me to GRRACE.
Mom and Dad were my foster parents. I arrived shortly before New Year's Eve, 5 months ago. I had no real experience with children when I went to stay with Mom and Dad and their four kids. They also happened to have guests for the holiday including three boys. I just about exploded with joy, and scared the dickens out of all 7 kids. I jumped up, bit hands, mittens, coats, shoes, and pants. Even though I was just an unsocialized puppy, they were all ready to send me packing. I hadn't been spayed yet, and after they took me for surgery, I became very ill and required much care for many days. They had no idea that I was worming my way into their hearts. After I had been there for about 3 weeks, I finally started chilling out. I began to listen and mind. I really impressed them the first time I shook their hands with my big chunky paws. They were still oblivious to the fact that I was picking them to by my family.
All six of them had been working to get me out of there and into a forever home, when they realized how much potential I had. They didn't want to say good-bye, ever, and I didn't either. At 18 months-old, I still have a long list of issues to work on, but my family is helping me a lot, and I've made a lot of progress.
They tell everyone that I'm settling into their lives beautifully. I love everybody I meet, sometimes way too much, but my family is helping me mind my doggie manners. I look forward to life with my new family. They love LUCY!