Pipi-Francine (aka Gs Pilot) is 9 years old today. She's so cute...evidently she knows something special happened today, she's been "woofin" at me this afternoon.
She raced in Arizona, was adopted out there & 3 yrs ago her owner was deployed to Iraq & flying out of Memphis International, he drove thru Arkansas & dropped her off at MidSouth Greyhound Adoption Option where I volunteer. This was on a Friday. On Saturday when I got there, all I heard about was Pipi...she was on some sort of narcotic for SA, she screamed vs howled, she was cute but they'd probably never get rid of her. Well I went back to look, she was passed out sleeping. She was so cute, white with black ears. A former adopter came in that afternoon just to visit, she had lost her female greyhound to cancer in August...this was October. Some how, she decided to take Pipi...but wasn't going to be able to until after Thanksgiving. I spoke up & said I'd foster her until then, wean her off the drugs & main stream her.
I took Pipi home with me that afternoon. She passed out on my futon pad & made herself at home. I fell in love! We bonded quickly...at the advise of my vet, I slowly took her off whatever the drug was & had NO problems with her. The weekend after Thanksgiving on the 37 mile drive to MSGAO, I promised her...if it didn't work out...I'd bring her back home with me.
Well the adoption went well...the next couple of weeks we heard Pipi & her new owners were doing great. I saw them at the Christmas parade & the sweet little thing tried to walk off with me. That melted my heart. I hugged her & said I'd see her again. I had no idea.....
Christmas was on a Saturday that year & it snowed. So I didn't get to visit long at the adoption kennel on Christmas eve. So I went over on Monday after Christmas. While sitting there, in walks Pipi & her new daddy owner. She walked by me & had this expression on her face as if to say: Hey I know you!
I thought she was boarding...when the director & the daddy walked out, I could see something was wrong. He left & Jan said, he's returning her...it didn't work out. We both started crying. I cried because I felt so bad for Pipi...she tried so hard....she's just troubled.
I went ahead & left with another dog I was fostering & got about 10 miles away & turned around. I came back & got Pipi & took her home with me. A promise is a promise. That was 3 years ago this passed December 27th.
No regrets!
Look how black her ears were...
This was in November 2007
This is January 2008
With Banker & Gogh deciding whether to go out in the snow or not.
At the doggie spa day in March
In her pool in April, its never too soon to get the pool out
Last weekend before the meet/greet
After the meet/greet
