Adopted
Purdy
Yeehaw! Howdy folks, this is Purdy Molly here and I reckon I better tell you a
thing or two about myself so you can get to know me. I came from Blanco, Texas,
where I was found roaming the countryside. I stayed with the good people who
found me for about three weeks and they showed me what a lil’ Southern
hospitality is all about. I went swimming in the river almost every day, so you
can bet this country girl can doggie paddle with the best of them. I just loved
going for walks, too. I had so much fun doing that, I would fetch my own leash.
Unfortunately, that wonderful couple couldn’t keep me, because they travel all
the time and wanted me to live where someone could be with me every day. So that
brings me here to San Antonio and my foster home.
For those of you who don’t know,
here’s how I got my name. The folks who found me decided they would call me
“Molly,” but then they decided maybe “Purdy” would be better – short for perdita,
which means “lost” in Spanish and also sounds like “purty” – as in “pretty,” you
know, and as far as Southern belles go, I most certainly am pretty. Of course,
when my foster pa heard the perdita part, he said that since I once was lost,
but now I’m found, my name should be Amazing Gracie. So I have lots of names to
choose from now! I am still deciding which one I like the best.
So far I love my new foster homestead. I’ve got three older foster brothers
living here with me (including Red Fred, another GRR Golden), and I have to say
it is tough being the only lady besides my foster ma. The boys think they
impress me with their ability to “rassle,” horseplay and pee on stuff, and Fred
keeps telling me that he’s a famous blogger and multilingual to boot, but that
don’t impress me much. I can catch, chase and chew a tennis ball better than all
those boys combined. Don’t let my girlish charm fool you. I’m a real tomboy
underneath.
Not only am I the belle of the ball, but I’m also very healthy. My doc visit
went really well and he said I’m perfectly healthy for my forever home. He did
say that I was a little on the light side of the scales, but please, I’m a lady
who has to watch her figure. My foster pa blames all those “bony” models you see
everywhere. He says I’m perfect the way I am, but he’ll be slipping me some
extra grub at dinner time just to be sure.
Well, ladies and gents, that’s all I have for now. It’s dinnertime around these
parts and I’ve got some pounds to put on. Later pardners!