Okay, you've heard from Cheyenne. Now it’s my turn. She may
be the queen, but I am the princess. I have been here since the doors opened.
Shari and Danielle may think that they make the decisions, but they
don't. I call all the shots here, and I’ve got them very well
trained. I'm so good at it that they don't even realize they are doing
something for me, when in fact they are. Let's be serious for a minute. It’s
all about me. I have to be happy, and whatever it takes to make me happy
-- they do. For example, my insulin injections. I get injections
twice a day. Most people would come in poke me with a needle and turn around.
Not the girls here. They come in, give me a massage for a few minutes, and then
give me the injection. I don't even feel it. A couple of minutes may not see
like a long time to you, but believe me it’s heaven for me twice a day.
What can I say, I am spoiled and I have them wrapped around my paws. I
have become the official greeter at the shelter. I occupy the run closest to
the front part of the shelter. When I hear someone come in the shelter, I
immediately pick up one of my numerous toys, usually my squeak toy (which makes
the other dogs nuts), and start doing my little dance. Never fails, the person
who has walked into the shelter asks what the noise is and guess who gets let
out. I run with my little toy to the front room and jump up on the couch.
I usually try to jump right into the visitors’ lap and start kissing them. This
always gets them. Naturally, they ask about me and say things like “she's so
cute”, “what a good girl!” or “what's her story?” Unfortunately, when people
hear I need to have injections twice a day they decide to look at another dog.
Don't get me wrong. It’s okay that the other dogs get homes and I am still
here. Honestly, it would be very hard to leave here. I get fed 4 times a day.
Go for long walks. Have lots of toys and a bed with lots of soft blankets.
The floors are heated here and Shari insists we all have beds, even though some
of us don't mind the floor. She even covers us up when she thinks we’re cold.
Because I am a diabetic I have to pee a lot and nobody gets upset when I miss
the paper and go on the floor. They understand I am losing my eyesight and
don't always hit the spot… Did I mention I also get to eat 4 times a day?
What's not to like about that?? I’ve kept my girlish figure though. I have had
quite few admirers -- both 2 and 4 legged. They know a cutie when they see
one! Chances are I won't ever leave this
place but that's okay. I am happy here and have everything I need. A home would
be nice but believe me it could be a lot worse for me. I just wanted you to
know what my thoughts are on this place.
My name is Cheyenne and I
am the resident senior here at Paws Unlimited. I thought it would be nice to
tell all of you how I feel about being here at the shelter. My owner was sent
to the hospital in September 2008. From September until December I was living
in the house by myself. The only time I had any company was when one of the
family members came by to feed me or let me out in the yard. I was very lonely
and missed my owner, but she never came back. They told me she died while in
the hospital. I never got to say goodbye to her. I was sad and didn’t know what
was going to happen to me. I felt safe in my home but didn’t like being alone.
About the middle of December I met two
very nice girls. They are actually women, but to me, at my age, they are girls,
especially the younger one Danielle. They have lots of energy and are always
doing something for us here at the shelter. Danielle and Shari told my owner’s
family I could go live with Danielle until the shelter opened which was going
to be around February 2009. I spent the
next couple of months living with Danielle and I loved it. She lived on a large
piece of property where I could go for walks. I had a large room in the house
with a wood stove where I would sleep at night. I had the best of both worlds.
I was warm in the house and when I went outside I could romp in the snow. I LOVE THE SNOW. The end of February
meant another big change for me. I was moving into the shelter in Kingston, NY
and I was going to be the official senior resident. From day one I have been
treated like a queen.
I started out in a large run big enough for 2 beds. If I got tired of one bed I
could move over to the other. Talk about being spoiled! I loved it. I also had a second run always
ready for me so I could have a change of scenery. I am 14 years old and we all
know I am not going to be adopted. Nobody wants an older dog. Truthfully, I
don’t want to leave this place. I love being treated like royalty. You see, I
have recently moved from the large runs to a large room. I have a love seat,
comfortable chair, a bed on the floor along with a large rug. I have three
windows, so I get lots of natural light. I also have a large mirror on the wall
so I can admire myself. When I first saw the mirror I growled. I didn’t know I was looking at myself – I thought it was Helen Mirren! I love being here and don’t really think I
want to go anywhere else. I get 3 long walks every day. I have a great diet and,
although I protest, I often get brushed. I am set in my ways and don’t think
anybody else would cater to my demands.
There is another dog here named Angel. She has also been here since the
shelter opened. She is spoiled rotten and acts like she owns the place. We let
her think that because she is a diabetic but we all know I am the true queen here. The girls don’t know I am sending this
e-mail. They have very strict rules about making phone calls and sending
e-mails. Please don’t rat me out. I really like it here and don’t want to get
in trouble. In summing it up I just want everyone to know how lucky I am to be
here and how much I love this place. As far as I am concerned there is no
better place to spend my twilight years. I may be 14 but I act like I am 6 so my plans
are to be for a long time…
Okay, you've heard from Cheyenne. Now it’s my turn. She may
be the queen, but I am the princess. I have been here since the doors opened.
Shari and Danielle may think that they make the decisions, but they
don't. I call all the shots here, and I’ve got them very well
trained. I'm so good at it that they don't even realize they are doing
something for me, when in fact they are. Let's be serious for a minute. It’s
all about me. I have to be happy, and whatever it takes to make me happy
-- they do. For example, my insulin injections. I get injections
twice a day. Most people would come in poke me with a needle and turn around.
Not the girls here. They come in, give me a massage for a few minutes, and then
give me the injection. I don't even feel it. A couple of minutes may not see
like a long time to you, but believe me it’s heaven for me twice a day.
What can I say, I am spoiled and I have them wrapped around my paws. I
have become the official greeter at the shelter. I occupy the run closest to
the front part of the shelter. When I hear someone come in the shelter, I
immediately pick up one of my numerous toys, usually my squeak toy (which makes
the other dogs nuts), and start doing my little dance. Never fails, the person
who has walked into the shelter asks what the noise is and guess who gets let
out. I run with my little toy to the front room and jump up on the couch.
I usually try to jump right into the visitors’ lap and start kissing them. This
always gets them. Naturally, they ask about me and say things like “she's so
cute”, “what a good girl!” or “what's her story?” Unfortunately, when people
hear I need to have injections twice a day they decide to look at another dog.
Don't get me wrong. It’s okay that the other dogs get homes and I am still
here. Honestly, it would be very hard to leave here. I get fed 4 times a day.
Go for long walks. Have lots of toys and a bed with lots of soft blankets.
The floors are heated here and Shari insists we all have beds, even though some
of us don't mind the floor. She even covers us up when she thinks we’re cold.
Because I am a diabetic I have to pee a lot and nobody gets upset when I miss
the paper and go on the floor. They understand I am losing my eyesight and
don't always hit the spot… Did I mention I also get to eat 4 times a day?
What's not to like about that?? I’ve kept my girlish figure though. I have had
quite few admirers -- both 2 and 4 legged. They know a cutie when they see
one! Chances are I won't ever leave this
place but that's okay. I am happy here and have everything I need. A home would
be nice but believe me it could be a lot worse for me. I just wanted you to
know what my thoughts are on this place.
My name is Cheyenne and I
am the resident senior here at Paws Unlimited. I thought it would be nice to
tell all of you how I feel about being here at the shelter. My owner was sent
to the hospital in September 2008. From September until December I was living
in the house by myself. The only time I had any company was when one of the
family members came by to feed me or let me out in the yard. I was very lonely
and missed my owner, but she never came back. They told me she died while in
the hospital. I never got to say goodbye to her. I was sad and didn’t know what
was going to happen to me. I felt safe in my home but didn’t like being alone.
About the middle of December I met two
very nice girls. They are actually women, but to me, at my age, they are girls,
especially the younger one Danielle. They have lots of energy and are always
doing something for us here at the shelter. Danielle and Shari told my owner’s
family I could go live with Danielle until the shelter opened which was going
to be around February 2009. I spent the
next couple of months living with Danielle and I loved it. She lived on a large
piece of property where I could go for walks. I had a large room in the house
with a wood stove where I would sleep at night. I had the best of both worlds.
I was warm in the house and when I went outside I could romp in the snow. I LOVE THE SNOW. The end of February
meant another big change for me. I was moving into the shelter in Kingston, NY
and I was going to be the official senior resident. From day one I have been
treated like a queen.
I started out in a large run big enough for 2 beds. If I got tired of one bed I
could move over to the other. Talk about being spoiled! I loved it. I also had a second run always
ready for me so I could have a change of scenery. I am 14 years old and we all
know I am not going to be adopted. Nobody wants an older dog. Truthfully, I
don’t want to leave this place. I love being treated like royalty. You see, I
have recently moved from the large runs to a large room. I have a love seat,
comfortable chair, a bed on the floor along with a large rug. I have three
windows, so I get lots of natural light. I also have a large mirror on the wall
so I can admire myself. When I first saw the mirror I growled. I didn’t know I was looking at myself – I thought it was Helen Mirren! I love being here and don’t really think I
want to go anywhere else. I get 3 long walks every day. I have a great diet and,
although I protest, I often get brushed. I am set in my ways and don’t think
anybody else would cater to my demands.
There is another dog here named Angel. She has also been here since the
shelter opened. She is spoiled rotten and acts like she owns the place. We let
her think that because she is a diabetic but we all know I am the true queen here. The girls don’t know I am sending this
e-mail. They have very strict rules about making phone calls and sending
e-mails. Please don’t rat me out. I really like it here and don’t want to get
in trouble. In summing it up I just want everyone to know how lucky I am to be
here and how much I love this place. As far as I am concerned there is no
better place to spend my twilight years. I may be 14 but I act like I am 6 so my plans
are to be for a long time…