I am Mayflower

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I came to live with Mama and Gigi when I was 8.  Gigi’s daddy had died leaving her and Mama all alone.  Mama decided she needed to do something besides sit around the house all day and went to work part-time.  That left Gigi with way too much time on her paws.

When Mama would leave, Gigi would see what she could find to chew on.  For some reason she didn’t like the “stuffy” toys like most dogs.  She liked things that were hard.  Yes, Mama gave her raw hide chews and Busy Bones to chew on, but that didn’t seem to be enough.  She decided to see how many television remotes she could destroy.  I think the count is 5.  She also liked cordless phones, demolishing several of them.  Ink pens, an occasional show, scissors with a hard handle fell prey to those giant greyhound jaws.

Mama called Gigi’s foster mother to see if she had had any problem with Gigi doing that.  Her comment was that the only thing Gigi took from her was her balls of knitting yarn.  Out of desperation, Mama talked to Gigi’s vet – Dr. T.  He said “you’ve got to get another dog.  She needs someone to play with.”  Mama talked to her daughter Kelly who agreed with Dr. T.  She contacted GALT (Greyhound Adoption League of Texas) to see who they had in their senior group as by now Gigi was 8 and really didn’t need a puppy for a friend.  She thought that a black dog would make a greyt combination with Gigi’s fawn color.  She made an appointment to visit one dog, but it got cancelled due to weather and then the people decided to be “foster failures” and kept the dog.  Kelly called her one day and said to go to GALT’s website and look at Mayflower – that was me.

I met all the criteria.  I was female, over 8 years old, and black.  Gigi and Mama came to North Dallas to the foster home where I was staying.  It was love at first sight for the three of us.  I didn’t get to go home with Mama and Gigi that night as there was paper work that had to be completed.  But one week later, Mama came to get me and take me home to McKinney.  And, as they say, the rest is history.