I am a southern belle from Alabama. I am 4 years old. I have a small scar behind my right shoulder that I have dubbed a beauty mark - like just now. I just made that up. It reminds me of my glory days out on the track.
I arrived to the rescue group late last night/early this morning. I was so exhausted from such a long journey to Maryland. These people gave me a soft bed, food, plenty of water, and one heck of a spa treatment! I had a bath, ears cleaned, and nails trimmed.
Foster Mom brought me home and showed me around the house and the yard. I saw a cat! I'm still supposed to chase those, right? By the way, what does "leave it" mean, because I'm pretty sure that I'm supposed to chase that fur ball.
Foster Mom introduced me to her own greyhounds. They are nice and I'm told they'll help me get a hang of this house pet business. One of them showed me what toys are and MY GOODNESS I LOVE ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN THAT SQUEAKS OR SQUAWKS NOW.
"Hello Chicken, I am River. CAN. YOU. HEAR. ME?"
"You're sure I can just squeeze it as many times as I want whenever I want? This is a thing?"
"This chicken is alright by me!"
In addition to my charm and good looks, I am a huge fan of cuddling and loves. Had a long day, need a hug? I'm your girl. Sick of adulting and need a cuddle? I'm your girl. Want to spend the night in on a Friday night and eat pizza while binging Netflix until 3 in the morning? Bring it on! I'm ready for everything!
Foster Mom says I have a good chance of finding a home soon. Maybe I'll get to go home with you! I can't wait until I can find a home and lay on the couch with my person and judge cats all day. IT'S GONNA BE GREAT!