“If you’re happy and you know it, raise your…paws!”
This loveable girl is everything you could ever want in a
companion. Even though she may have four paws rather than two feet, Happy
serves as so much more than just a household pet.
After a month in foster care, Happy thought it might be time to let
her future family know she’s ready to go home.
“Hi ya! How ya doin? It’s been a bit strange livin’ in
a different home, but I’m adaptin’ as well as I can. Ya know the beautiful
thing about us goldens? We tend to love everybody and everything. So
Happy I am.
About a month ago, my mama was havin’ a real tough time with this
thing called epilep—hmm…let’s see…I think it’s called epilepsy? Well
anyhoo, though I tried to be as much help to her as I could (cause we’ve been
together a whoppin’ 10 years!), she explained to me that she needed a lil’ bit
of extra help to ease her struggles with her seizures. I could always tell
when one of those dark spells would take over her (I hated them cause they made
her sad), so I would bounce on over to her and nuzzle her with my cool snout
just to let her know I was there for her. I never earned no gold star or 1st
place ribbon for learnin’ how to comfort her, but I figured, well, if my name’s
Happy, then I better darn well make my mama happy!
Now that I’m in foster care, I’m adaptin’ to my new life—because
just as the great Groucho Marx once said, “I, not events, have
the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be.
Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and
I'm going to be happy in it.”
And trust me. This
new life hasn’t been too hard either. My foster mom and dad make it quite
easy to love livin’ the life of a Gold Ribbon Rescue dog. I thought my
previous life with my mom was pretty great…but nothing compares to what I have
now! Whew!
All the pats, and
hugs, and kisses, and walks, and…well the list goes on and on. And boy do
I love all the attention! My foster mom and dad let me sit on their lap,
and while I’m sprawled out, they just give the best doggie massages!
And talk about free
time! When they take me for walks, I trot around with my b-e-a-u-tiful and
waggly tail, sniffin’ all the new smells. Sometimes I get tuckered out and
plop my be-hind right on the pavement—my foster parents don’t seem to mind too
much.
Have ya heard of
this place called the “dog park?” Where was this “heaven” when I was just a
young pup? I can’t get enough of it! Happy! Happy! Happy! This 10
year old gal can tug-o-war with the best of them. I looove bouncing and
jumping and chasing after all my new doggie friends. But don’t think for one
second I want to go swimmin’! No sir! This cheerful girl flusters
easily when her hair is all a mess—just so ya know, I only wade around in the
shallow end!
But baths,
hmmm…that’s a totally different story, you know? My foster mom rubs all
those sore spots (hellllooo…don’t forget I am 10 years old!) while she massages
that flowery smellin’ shampoo into my fur. All that soapy water runnin’ over my
nose is just one small sacrifice for the end result—my sleek and silky coat!
And do I like kids?
Oh yeah! Who doesn’t? And cats? Well, of course! Happy! Happy!
Happy!
But maybe I should
let ya in on a lil’ secret? Ya wanna know the only thing in the
entire world that really makes this perpetually happy girl F-R-E-A-K
O-U-T? Do I even want to say it out loud? Can I even say it out loud
without freaking out? thunderstorms” (in a whispered voice).
“Every one has
problems, right? Well mine just happens to be, let’s call them “t-storms.”
When I was living with my mom and “t-storms” rumbled on in, I headed for
cover—wherever I could find it. If my mom accidently left the door
unlocked, I nudged the door open and bolted for the vet’s office. For some
reason, I thought I’d be safe there. Sometimes my mom even found me
zigzagging down the street trying to escape the thunderbolts!
Since I’ve been
livin’ with my foster family, when they know a doozy of a storm is rolling in,
they accessorize my shiny coat with a Thundershirt—though it’s helped a lil’,
this happy girl gets so scared.
Whew…now that we’ve
talked about “the ginormous elephant in the room,” can ya please make me a very
H-A-P-P-Y girl, and let me be your forever pup?
And I can promise
ya that when ya bring me home, just like those ol’ fashioned song lyrics (I
ad-libbed a few words if ya don’t mind J): “If you’re
with Happy (and you know it), then your face will surely show it!”
Happy
