I'm a lover of love who is addicted to Starbucks and goes through weekly phases of favorite foods. I'm a wifey to a firefighter and a dogmom to a grumpy Whippet. I love having lunch dates and dream of traveling the world.


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June 16, 2017

Becoming a Dogmom- Personal


I have a confession. My dog means a lot to me. And when I say “a lot”, that’s really toning it down. He’s my child, my bff, and my daily companion. And I want to share his story.

Speedy Gibson Parker (yes, my dog has a middle name) was born in August of 2007. I wish I would have known him as a puppy, because I can only imagine the quirky personality he would’ve had.

He was five years old when we got him, so I don’t know too much about his life before that. He had a sister named Ginger. His parents (previous owners) had him as a puppy, but fell into hard times. They lost their jobs and then lost their house and had to give up their pets. I don’t know whatever happened to Ginger, but Speedy was taken to an animal shelter. No one wanted him (!), so he was supposed to be put down (!!!). But a rescue organization came by just in time and scooped him up. He was in a foster home for about six months before I found him on Petfinder.

Here’s the thing about the Greyhound breeds. They’re really really shy. They have little feelings and big emotions, and don’t like change. For years, I worked in animal hospitals and boarding kennels, and have learned a lot about different breeds. And one thing was constant among the Greyhounds: they’re the most precious, sweet, lovable dogs, but it takes a long time for you to see that in them because they’re so shy.

So I knew that when I went up to Akron to meet this little guy, he was going to hate me. He was probably going to growl and squirm and try to get far away from me. He’d probably avoid eye contact and tremble and whine the whole time.

And that’s exactly how that meeting went. He HATED every second that I was trying to get to know him. I had taken my sister with me and we both walked him up and down the aisles in Petsmart. Without his foster mom. He acted like we were ripping him away from his family in some 1930’s war-torn opening scene of a movie.

But he never acted aggressive. I knew that as long as he didn’t show any signs of aggression or threats, he’d be fine. His foster mom said goodbye and off he went with me and my sister!

The car ride home was pretty sad. Lots of whines and whimpers from the backseat. When I brought him inside my parent’s house, he didn’t know what to make of TWO MORE new people and all the attention. We’re all big animal people, so it didn’t take him long to realize he was in good care. Within an hour, he was sleeping in my lap, melting my heart.

Now I can’t imagine life without him! He’s a pain sometimes, and obnoxious sometimes, but I wouldn’t trade his weird little self for any other dog!  

P.S The hugest of thanks to Natalie Baker Photography for the new family photos!!



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