Ginger 06-05-084

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12/30/06: My name is Ginger P. Nutt and I am just about to turn 7 years old. I was surrendered to RAGOM because my very sad family thought I could have a better life. So now I?m in foster care and things are going fine. When I got here I sniffed butts with all the locals, checked my pmail, and then we all came in for snacktime. I think this must be some sort of K9 camp because there seems to be dogs EVERYWHERE! That?s okay. We all get along fine. I pretty much like everybody: dogs, cats, kids. I?m also housebroken and I know how to sit on command. Foster Mom says I would be a GReat candidate for canine dancing because I LOVE to weave in and out of humans legs. Sometimes I sneak up behind her and squeeze between her knees. I would be a bad candidate for hunting because I hate loud noises. That includes fireworks and thunderstorms. I don?t get destructive or anything; I just get scared. Well, I just heard Foster Mom yell a bunch of names including Silly Wiggle Butt (that?s me) so I gotta go. It must be story time or something here at Camp Lottsa Dogs.

At a Glance #06-05-084

Breed not specified Born: March 2000
Female Weight not specified

Status: Adopted

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12/30/06: My name is Ginger P. Nutt and I am just about to turn 7 years old. I was surrendered to RAGOM because my very sad family thought I could have a better life. So now I?m in foster care and things are going fine. When I got here I sniffed butts with all the locals, checked my pmail, and then we all came in for snacktime. I think this must be some sort of K9 camp because there seems to be dogs EVERYWHERE! That?s okay. We all get along fine. I pretty much like everybody: dogs, cats, kids. I?m also housebroken and I know how to sit on command. Foster Mom says I would be a GReat candidate for canine dancing because I LOVE to weave in and out of humans legs. Sometimes I sneak up behind her and squeeze between her knees. I would be a bad candidate for hunting because I hate loud noises. That includes fireworks and thunderstorms. I don?t get destructive or anything; I just get scared. Well, I just heard Foster Mom yell a bunch of names including Silly Wiggle Butt (that?s me) so I gotta go. It must be story time or something here at Camp Lottsa Dogs.

Updates

Sunday, January 28, 2007

It’s me, Ginger, with an update from Camp Quarantine. I got my second shot and my itchies are definitely subsiding. One more shot to go and then I’m all cured. Foster Mom gave me a bath, brushed me out, and cut my nails after the vet and now I’m a total babe. I was a good girl through all of it too. Foster Mom was quite proud of me. There’s nothing much more to report from camp except…let’s see…oh yeah! I’m adopted!! I’m gonna have a couple of humans who love me already plus another dog to play with in a nice, fenced yard. Score! I don’t get to go for a couple weeks though cuz I still gotta get that last shot. Now I’m actually looking forward to it! Who’d a thunk?

Here’s your jacket, Foster Mom. How ‘bout we just go now?

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

It’s Ginger here with a report from Camp. I have good news and could-be-worse news. The good news is that I don’t have allergies! Whoopee!! The could-be-worse news is that I have sarcoptic mange. I know! Eeeeuuuu!! It can be totally treated and cured though which is better than allergies! I got my first shot on Monday so I should see some relief from my itchies soon. In two weeks I’ll have another shot and then another shot two weeks after that. Then I’m cured! Unfortunately my camp mates have been exposed too so they’ll also have to be treated. Hope I’m not the one who has to deliver THAT news. I guess Foster Mom’s kinda wishin’ I haven’t been sleepin’ on the bed with her for the last week and a half. Since my diagnosis I’ve noticed she’s doing A LOT of laundry. It seems someone in this house has a bug phobia and, while I won’t name names, her initials are FOSTER MOM! Sarcoptic mange or not, I’m still one happy girl. Foster Mom says that speaks to my disposition. Even with my itchies, I have lots of energy and I still love everyone I meet. Even the dermatologist!

We now have a new rule here at camp: All Dogs Sleep On Dog Beds. What? Poor me.

Monday, January 8, 2007

It's me, Ginger, with a report from Camp Lottsa Dogs. Things are going GReat here in foster care. Me and Foster Mom are still working on getting my allergies under control. Honestly, I think it bugs her more than it bugs me. She worries that I'm uncomfortable 'cause I scratch and lick once in a while.

The local canines have now totally accepted me. We all hang out together, sometimes on the couch, sometimes on the bed. I tried to engage Black Dog in play but, alas, I was snubbed. Woe is me. I'll keep working on her. She and I are vying for the position of low-dog-on-milk-bone pole. When we come to the door from outside, Foster Mom says it's like Minnesota drivers at a four-way stop: "You go." "No, you go". "No, after you." Then the Resident Dog With Eminent Domain plows through us and with a wave of her paw says, "Outta my way, you silly canines!" (It would seem Miss High-and-Mighty is of the impression she's a human and therefore above us.)

Foster Mom says I'm an energetic seven-year-old who happens to have excellent house manners. I like to run around the back yard and try to get Black Dog to chase me but I also settle down nicely when it's TV watchin' time. I'm a little head shy but I still enjoy a good ear scratchin' when I'm snoozy. I scored the other day when I found the toy box. It had a perfectly good Nylabone in it, so I like to throw that around and play with it. When I'm bored with that I find a quiet spot and chew on it for a while.

All in all, I'm enjoying hanging out here until I find my forever home. Here’s a picture of me and my camp friends. I’m the young one in the foreground.

Tuesday, January 2, 2007

It's Ginger here. Me and Foster Mom just got back from the vet and, as suspected, I am the picture of health. I do have some allergies that we're gonna try to deal with but, other than that, I'm perfect! Okay, maybe I’m five pounds overweight, but who isn’t? I might be able to lose a little while I’m here because I only get fed twice per day. One has to eat fast around this place though cuz Camp Lottsa Dogs turns into Camp Lottsa PIGS at mealtime.

Now that I've been here a while, Foster Mom's given some thought as to what kind of home she'd like me to have. She's decided that because I LOVE LOVE LOVE humans, it would be nice if I had a lot of them in my home. Kids would be just great because they'll run and play with me. I'm very much a Velcro dog and will follow my humans from room to room. Don't try to get up slowly from your chair and tip toe out of the room either. It doesn't work. I like to cuddle with my humans on the furniture and in bed so you need to be okay with that. I'm content to lay at your feet too but, if there happens to room for me, I'd prefer to lay by your side. Oh, and that fireworks thing? No biggee. They were shooting them off on New Year's Eve and my foster sister was WAY worse than I was. I just got a little nervous. She trembled so hard the bed shook! I need to be able to have the run of the house when my humans are gone too because I'm trustworthy and that's what I'm used to. If you have other dogs or cats or critters, that's fine as long as you make time for me. A fenced yard would be really nice but perhaps I could live without it provided there's a plan to make sure I don't run off. You'll need to learn to not stop quickly when you're walking through the house too unless you're particularly fond of wet nose prints on your backside. Right now I'm a Foster Mama's girl but I could be your girl! What say you?