Loving my new life!

From my mom, to my former foster mom:

"We had a nice holiday (Rosh Hashana). Greta had challah and kugel. She’s officially Jewish. My mother bought me a beautiful GREY PEARL bracelet with a note from Greta. My family really loves her. My mother calls her Miss G. My father calls her Aunt Gertrude. She listens to both. Greta and I spend our time sitting on the lawn and taking slow walks along the creek in back. She has to say hello to everyone. It’s adorable. We’re taking it easy because she is officially on bed rest until 11.18.08 due to the heartworm treatment. I will send more pictures next week. She’s quite photogenic!"

Yes, you can all see that, I'm sure! Brags

The Grey Pearl

I'M ADOPTED!

I was officially adopted by my new mom on Tuesday and let me tell you, I was ecstatic when I heard the news! Today, my foster dad left Charleston at 4am to bring me halfway to my new home in CT. I was so happy to meet everyone and my new mom's whole family was there to meet me.

I am still on cloud 9 and I'm not sure I can type much more, I am getting teary! Just want to say thanks to Southern Cross, who sponsored me, and my foster parents, who took care of me for six weeks so I could get this opportunity. Thanks most of all to my new mom- I am looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you and I am so thrilled that it started today,

enthuses
The Grey Pearl

Some photos from the week!

I heart Mason's crate. He doesn't know what he's missing, exclaims

The Grey Pearl

My health.

For those who might be wondering, the verdict is in- I am strong as an ox! Yes, my adoring fans, I am healthy. My T4 might be a tad low, so the vet is doing a free T4 just to make sure. But even if I'm hypothyroid, the medication is inexpensive and I'll eat just about anything as long as it's mixed in with food!

And for those who didn't know...I'm also heartworm positive, and there are microfilaria floating around in there, but at my age, monthly Heartguard should do the trick.

Other than those two minor issues, I am just fabulous, dahling. I walk beautifully, have no trouble getting up and down the back four stairs (though I prefer one story homes, for obvious reasons). My coat is long and luxurious and fluffy and my skin is improving every day. My ear infection is clearing up, my eyes are shiny and full of life, and I love everyone!

The only sad thing is that every day when I go outside, I walk by the gate and pause, looking for my family. Someone loved me, once, and although my foster parents are all I could ask for, I deserve a family of my very own. Could it be you, asks,

The Grey Pearl

I'm available! (So is Mason)

Please pass these on to anyone you know who might be interested in adopting a beautifully seasoned girl like myself, or a young pup like Mason. We need families of our own, sighs

The Grey Pearl

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My bio:

This mature girl exudes Southern charm and grace, making her name, which means "pearl" in Greek, most befitting. Her luminous personality brings so much joy to her foster parents, as she was this close to being euthanized in a Clayton, GA facility through no fault of her own. Greta was wandering the streets, her coat bedraggled, her eyes dim, until she was impounded and caught the eye of Southern Cross German Shepherd Rescue who helped organize her escape, along with her foster brother Mason. Greta loves scritches and pets, luxurious baths, peanut butter, and breakfast in her bed...and lunch...and dinner...you'd be hard pressed to find a meal Greta didn't enjoy!. She has all of the fabulous traits a family could ever want; she is housebroken, crate trained, and gets along beautifully with children, and other dogs and cats. She gets around just fine, walks beautifully on a leash, loves going for car rides and is an all 'round wonderful companion. Greta is a rare gem indeed, and is ready to go to her forever home anytime. You can read more about Greta's adventures here: http://greta-thegreypearl.blogspot.com/. Adoption Fee: $200 Veterinary reference and Home Safety Check required prior to adoption.

http://www.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=11587926

And Mason's bio:

Meet Mason, a mischievous imp disguised in fifty-five pounds of German Shepherd clothing. Mason was saved only 24 hours before being euthanized in the Clayton, GA animal control facility; he did nothing wrong to land him there, there are simply too many dogs and not enough homes. At only eight months old, Mason is still very much a puppy. This shrewd little sprite is smart as a whip and sharp as a tack; he learned to sit and lay down in thirty minutes flat! With the proper guidance, Mason would excel at performance sports like obedience, agility, flyball, or any number of fun activities. Fetching is a favorite pastime, as is just about any activity that involves running, jumping, playing or wrasslin'. Riding in the car is pretty nice, too! Mason is super affectionate and loves his people. Mason's forever home should plan on spending lots of quality time with him so he never feels abandoned again. A fenced in yard is requirement for adoption and Mason gets along with other dogs very well. Housebreaking and crate training are works in progress, but Mason is up to date on shots, neutered, and can join you on your sofa anytime. Adoption Fee: $250 Veterinary Reference and Home Safety Check required prior to adoption.

http://www.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=11586436

An adventurous week.

Tonight I ate an entire bully stick all by myself. And none of the other dogs even looked twice. Seniority has it's perks!

And two days ago I busted through my foster mother's fence. I just wanted to say hello to an oodle creature- golden, lab, who knows. She was being walked by a lovely girl and they smelled REALLY good, so I just had to get through to them. And I did. And it was good. My foster mom freaked out, but honestly, these old bones wouldn't have gone very far. Nevertheless, she watches like a hawk now whenever I get too close to the fence. Hee :D

On my foster mom's list for this weekend- bolstering the picket fence. Oops! blushes,
The Grey Pearl

Greta's and Mason's Day Out

May I introduce you to my foster brother, Mason? He and I were both pulled from the same Clayton, GA shelter by the fantabulous French Bulldog Rescue Network volunteer for Southern Cross Rescue Network. Mason and I had quite the afternoon- we went to meet some adoring fans and had oodles of fun.

Just nine days ago, the clock was ticking on Mason and I, but now, time is definitely on our side. Yes it is, sings

The Grey Pearl

Do not disturb.

This is the life, sighs

The Grey Pearl

I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair.

Yesterday was spa day, and oh. my. gosh. did I enjoy it. The cool water felt so nice and the triple dip (Buddy wash, then Malesseb) totally relieved my itchies. My fur smelled delightful and because I also relieved myself outside right before retiring for the evening, I was allowed on that oh-so-coveted place, the human bed. I felt so lucky to be there that I hardly moved, except to snuggle in close to my foster parents and siblings. Yesterday was a great day, sighs

The Grey Pearl

Unusual things I like to eat.

Nom nom nom, munches

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And look at me now!

Good lighting (and a bath or three) makes all the difference, opines
The Grey Pearl

A rough start.

I know what you're thinking; how could I let them take a picture before I put my face on? I know, I know. But that darned shelter volunteer just WOULD not listen! Nevertheless, this awful photo served it's purpose; it got someone's attention and got me out of that terrible, scary place. Rumors of my plight reached far and wide, and a multi-state effort ensued that required the assistance of three different volunteers (one to pull me, one to transport me, and one to foster me) and the financial commitment of a rescue.

Southern Cross German Shepherd Rescue in Georgia made it all possible, though I must give a shout out to the French Bulldog Rescue Network's fantabulous volunteer, Karen, who pulled me, had me vetted, and let me relax on her soft bed in her warm, cozy house overnight. Sue, my transporter from Atlanta to Augusta, GA, was so gracious and generous giving up her Sunday to help me reach my *almost* final destination in Charleston, SC. And of course, my foster mom and dad deserve some credit as well, though they don't prepare dinner as quickly as I'd like.

Get a move on, grumps
The Grey Pearl

Allow myself to introduce...myself.

Well hello, dear readers. Greta, here. My nom de plume is the Grey Pearl. My name, if you haven't already guessed, means "pearl" in Greek. And, seeing as how I'm quite the mature canine, it's only fitting.

Aren't you thrilled that you happened upon my repository of prose, asks
The Grey Pearl