| Piper's Story |
| Hi, my name is Piper, and I'm what they call a rescue basenji. I used to live in Houston, which is way south of here in a place where it doesn't snow. My adventures began when my sister and I ran away from home and started cruising the streets. We were having a pretty good time until these people called Animal Control caught us and put us in a cage. They waited for someone to come and claim us, but no one did. So then we went home with a nice lady who rescues basenjis and hounds. She took us to the vet, who thought we were about two years old. Also he discovered that my sister and I had done a little too much flirting with some boy dogs we met. We had surgery, and now the boys aren't so interested in us anymore! My sister had heartworms, so she had to get some medicine before she could go to a new home. I didn't have any heartworms, so I could be adopted right away. The lady who is now my mom used to have a brindle basenji girl, but she died, and my mom decided she would like to get a black-and-white girl, which is exactly what I am! When my mom heard about me and saw a picture of how cute I am, she told my foster mom that she wanted to adopt me. It all got arranged, and then I went for a really long car ride all the way up north to Kansas City. I like my new home a lot. I have a basenji big brother named Gabe and two other big brothers who are the kind of dogs that bark. It's lots of fun to play with my brothers. Sometimes I get to go to doggy daycare and play with all the dogs there. I get along great with all kinds of dogs, even girl dogs. I am a little shy with people, though, especially if I don't know them. Also I get scared when I hear strange noises while we are out walking. I am really scared of buses and trucks and hammering sounds. My mom took me to obedience class and I passed, which means I am very smart and well educated, too. One time Mom forgot I was in the back yard all by myself, so I climbed the fence and went around to the front door so that Mom would let me back in the house. Mom was very glad I did not run away, but why would I run away from such a nice home? Mom thinks maybe my sister and I used to live in a puppy mill or with a backyard breeder, but there's no way for her to know for sure because I will never tell! I'm glad I was a rescue dog because it meant that I got a really great new home. Rescues are not bad dogs. They are just dogs that had some bad luck and now they need to have the good luck of being adopted! |
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