Happy Gotcha Day, Perry!

I can't believe it skinny man, you've been with us for a year!

Spring semester last year I began to obsess with Italian Greyhounds. I got in contact with the only IG breeder who actually spoke to me - she happened to have some 6 month old puppies at the time when i was looking to add an adolescent dog into my household. It was Perry (aka JJ) and two littermates Hope and Trouble (now Marco). Perry was the quiet calm one. The one who would rather sit on your lap then run with the others. Somehow the less active puppy didn't seem as enticing as the crazy active ones at the time. But this is the one that the breeder felt should go home with me and i trusted her decision. I was just happy to get a great dog from a great breeder. Hey, who knew that i'd bring the other littermate home in a couple of months anyway?

Perry was the perfect puppy at home, aside from some light chewing. And shyness outdoors. He was scared to death of the cats for the first week or so, because never having seen a dog inthe apartment before, they were only interested in giving him dirty looks. Anton followed Perry around for the first month. In his first few days with us, Perry once wandered into the bathroom. and Anton followed him and sat down in the doorway. Suddenly I hear Perry crying. He was trapped in the bathroom because he was afraid to pass by the 'scary' staring kitty. hehe, sissy boy...

Seems like its been such a long year - we've been through a lot! Work at the grooming shop, show classes, beach days, reintroduction to Marco, a fear-pooping stage, "i hate food" stages, hospitalization, an addison's disease scare, obedience class, our first shows, our first points, tons of dog friends... I have learned that I suck as a dog trainer, too

I adore this little red dog. I think he is just about the cutest thing that ever lived, especially when he randomly playbows to huge confused dogs. I think the breeder was right - he is totally heartdog :)