Oh boy oh boy oh boy!!! This has been a very exciting week for me!
It all started when my foster mom brought in a package with the mail. I could tell she was excited! She opened it really fast and then made all kinds of happy sounds - ooowww, aaaahhh, perfect, yesss - and the next thing I knew, she was coming right at me with a long sparkly thing.
I wasn't sure what it was but before I could move, she took off my collar and wrapped it around my neck.
It was a new collar!
And for me! For Funky!!
Well I may have a silly name, but I'm not dumb! I knew something was up right away.
She kept saying it was very funky. I didn't understand that because I was Funky, but she seemed pretty happy about it so I didn't try to correct her.
Besides, it felt so good and made me feel like all the other greyhounds in the house. Except I was handsomer, of course.
So for a few days it was pretty boring again.
I practiced frogging because my foster mom always gets so excited when I do it.
She's really a push-over.
Then the same thing happened. She comes in with the mail and squeals.
And this time it's a square tag-thing.
She showed it to me and IT HAD MY NAME ON IT! Me... Funky... my own tag!!
I'm staying! She really really likes me!
I have my own home and my own mom and my own greyhound friends and my bed and my dish and ♥ love ♥
But wait... could that mean... is it possible... can I... is it OK now...
I decided to see if it was really true.
THE BED.
So I hopped up, but I was a little nervous since it was forbidden before.
She didn't tell me to get down! It's true! I'm adopted!!
And Funky lived happily ever after. ☺
