17 March 2002
(as posted to the GH-L)
"The luck of the Irish" has definitely been with this Scottish lass for the past two years. On March 17th, 2000, my DH and I were blessed with the biggest, goofiest greyhound boy who danced straight into my heart as though he already knew the way. Fond A Hunk, Hunkamuncha, Hunkadoodle, Bubba, Bubba-LOO, Boobala, Hunky-Wunky...one look in those deep brown eyes and I was hooked. I knew I had to have whatever dog was attached to them. There is no way to fully list everything that he has taught me in the past two years, but let me sum it up by saying that I can't wait to see what's next. He's my foot warmer, my face washer, my singing partner, and my best friend. He reminds me daily what's important in life.
Luck again graced us last year on March 17th. Profile became an official member of the Lassiter Clan on that day, and we haven't regretted a single moment. He's our Profee, the Short Mouthed Guy, Mr. Professor, Mr. Man, Sir Marks-A-Lot, Don Juan, the Urinator, the Ladies' Man...and we adore him. In his journey to us, Profile endured a foster "mother" who let him out with an AGRESSIVE male unmuzzled, the aftermath of that attack, drainage tubes and all...an adoption to a nursing home whose staff didn't want to care for him as much as we thought, quarantine for rabies after biting a girl (the staff was starving him and she crawled on him with chicken nuggets in one hand), life in a small closet when he was bad...bouncing about in foster homes...adoption to a family in the midst of divorce and crisis....and then finally to us, where he walks all over us, excels in obedience training, and most importantly runs about the yard as though possessed, grinning like an idiot. Profile teaches us stamina, patience (sometimes), and that love truly can change everything.
Happy Gotcha Day, Boys...your momma loves you and owes you the world.
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