May 10th 2009 12:15 am
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I was skinny and scared running around a flea market next to a busy freeway. When a nice lady saw me she knew she had to help me. She somehow caught me and decided to bring me home (it was obvious I wasn’t owned by anyone). She would have kept me except the apartment she lived in wouldn’t allow more than 2 dogs and she already had 2.
That’s when she asked another lady to foster me. I got very attached to her and didn’t want to get adopted, whenever my foster mom brought me to an off-site adoption I just sat in my cage and shivered. Whenever I was taken out I would make a beeline for my foster mom. A few times when volunteers took me out for potential adopters I would slip my leash (I was a master at that!) and run to my foster mom.
After 4 months of being up for adoption my 2nd chance came. A young couple had seen me on petfinder.com and after calling my foster mom they decided to make the 4 hour drive to visit me and see if I got along with their grey hound (she was a racetrack rescue). When they came at first I ignored them but after a few treats I kind of warmed up to them. At first I growled a few times at their dog but I got used to her. After spending about an hour with me they adopted me. Later on when my former foster mom did a follow up call my new parents said I was doing very well, I loved my new fur sister and was warming up to my parents very quickly.

I got a second chance when the nice lady rescued me from the flea market; I got another chance when the young couple came to look at me (they where the 2nd family who saw me on petfinder.com and visited me).