ADOPTED

Vixen...Mission Impossible: Your mission, should you accept, is to infiltrate the Golden Retriever Rescue, convince them you are a Golden at heart, and get adopted into a wonderful family. Should you not accept, your fate at the Town Lake Animal Shelter will likely be …… well I think you know. (This paper will wait for you to shred it in 1 minute)


I quickly accepted my mission and waited for the GRR representatives to take a look at me in pen 126. Could I pull it off? YES, they agreed to take me. I knew they wouldn’t be able to resist this face. But whoa, nobody mentioned surgery. Oh well, I ‘m too young to have puppies anyway. Hey watch the needle! Heartworm test? Not sure what that is but thank goodness I was negative. Not sure I would have liked that.

Ok, off to my first foster home. This is really nice and take a look at that hunk of a boy Golden there. This will be a cinch. (Vixen spent her first 2 weeks undercover at a wonderful foster home that had a male 1 year old Golden named Riley. Vixen quickly showed herself to be reliable housebroken and crate trained. Riley and Vixen spent many hours playing and rough housing.)

Mission change. I am now at a foster home with three goldens, a small white poodle mix and a 17 pound cat. It’s really cool here. There is an eight year old girl that has taken me under her wing and I follow her everywhere. I’ve proven that just because I am only nine months old I can be very sweet and calm around children. I haven’t tried to mouth or be hyper and wild at all. They have nicknamed me Sweetie Pie. Isn’t that cute.

I am getting along with everybody even the cat, if you could call it that. It sashays around here right in front of your face with it’s tail held high. I feel like telling her big deal, I really don’t care. I just ignore her. She is very snobbish.

If you’re looking for a smaller and gentle dog with Golden characteristics, then I am your gal. My covert mission is almost over and I can’t wait to meet my forever family.

Update from Vixen 12/7/04:

My mission has been compromised. I can’t believe how smart this foster mom is. She was following behind me as I was going down the stairs and I held up my back right leg as I went down. Such a slight slip up, how did she see it? She’s a quick one she is. Next thing I knew I was at the hospital having x-rays taken of my back legs. I heard her talking on the phone saying she hoped it wasn’t hip dysplasia. “It’s not” I want to tell her. It’s my ankle. I was injured on another mission back when I was young and I toughed it out and it was never fixed. It doesn’t bother me, I don’t know why they are making such a fuss. I am going for a second opinion; I will let you know what comes out of it. But they discovered that I wasn’t really 9 months, I am more like 2 years. Now they know why I am not so puppy like but more mature.

But let me tell you who is not mature at this house! They have a 3 year old Golden named Pearce. He outweighs me by about 70 lbs! But he really is a lot of fun. We act so silly together. He can put his entire mouth around my head. Last week, while my foster Mom and everybody were gone, he stole a pecan pie off the counter and ate the whole thing. I was never so glad to have been in my crate because my foster Mom knew it wasn’t me. Boy if you have never seen a 100lb dog try to hide before, it really is pretty fun to watch!

Well I gotta go play. It’s really nice and wet outside and we just love running around and getting really dirty!!
 

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