Ginger 06-05-084 [1]

12/30/06: My name is Ginger P. Nutt and I am just about to turn 7 years old. I was surrendered to RAGOM because my very sad family thought I could have a better life. So now I?m in foster care and things are going fine. When I got here I sniffed butts with all the locals, checked my pmail, and then we all came in for snacktime. I think this must be some sort of K9 camp because there seems to be dogs EVERYWHERE! That?s okay. We all get along fine. I pretty much like everybody: dogs, cats, kids. I?m also housebroken and I know how to sit on command. Foster Mom says I would be a GReat candidate for canine dancing because I LOVE to weave in and out of humans legs. Sometimes I sneak up behind her and squeeze between her knees. I would be a bad candidate for hunting because I hate loud noises. That includes fireworks and thunderstorms. I don?t get destructive or anything; I just get scared. Well, I just heard Foster Mom yell a bunch of names including Silly Wiggle Butt (that?s me) so I gotta go. It must be story time or something here at Camp Lottsa Dogs.