Ginger just turned 8 years old. We adopted Ginger on the very first give-away weekend you had, July 1, 1999. There were so many people there, that day, that we had to take a number and come back the next day. So, we went home that day without a new puppy.
We were there first thing the next morning. This little girl of 5 months, hadn't been picked the day before. Her walkers had given her raving reviews. My husband Ken walked up to her door, she never got up, just looked at him with those big brown eyes. Ken said the first thing that popped into his head, was her thought, "Won't you take me home and love me?" She picked Ken, he didn't pick her. She was the little jewel, everyone passed by.
Your staff was shocked! We had come prepared. Pictures of our house, fenced yard and her to-be sibling, Puffer. We had copies of Puffer's health record from the Vet. Our income statements. I was going to be a stay at home "Mom". And that she would be loved, played with and walked every day. She would also be going to school.
She was so frightened of our van, I had to physically pick her up and put her in it. Poor baby. On the way home on the QEW, she was sitting on the seat behind us. All of a sudden she vomited all over the seat and floor, of our new van. All Ken said was, "Is Ginger okay? Poor little girl." I sat on the seat the rest of the way home and held her. We had already bonded with her.
At home she met her new brother Puffer. It was love at first sight. She ran and ran in her new yard, doing gazelle leaps (which she still does). She slept in her crate that night. By the end of the first week, she was sleeping out of it. She was a perfect little lady.
We could not have asked for a more beautiful little girl, if we'd gone out and ordered one. She creeps into peoples hearts, with just her personality. She's loving, funny and smart. She's a bed hog and likes to snuggle. Within two months of being with us, she learned how to open doors in the house. She would even let herself out. She also learned how to turn the touch lamps on, by watching us. But the day I caught her answering the phone was priceless. She actually picked the handpiece up with her mouth. That was when we realized that she should have been a handicap dog. But, we couldn't part with her.
She loves everybody. But if you come into her yard, be prepared to play BALL. She lives for a good ball throw. She will jump 4 or 5 feet in the air to get it. But this year we've had to tone down the games. She was diagnosed with a heart murmur. But it hasn't held her back. Her and Ken go to the doggy park to play on Sunday mornings. She has friends there too.
So, thank you, from the bottom of our hearts, for this gorgeous little girl.
Cheers!
Phyllis.
