Video of Foster Gloria Playing with Zeus-Warning- May spin up your furkids

Contributed by Gloria's foster mom

Gloria aka Ginger was rescued back in May by Col. Potter. You may remember she had been sent a kill shelter on her 4th birthday with a horrible skin condition. Gloria had been an "only child" and she is learning to live with other dogs. She has an "empress" complex also. Chloe, Zeus and I are working with her manners.

The link below is Gloria's photo album. The first item is the video of her trying to engage Zeus in play. Gloria is a tad bit too excited and Zeus won't play with her when she is "spun tight". He's a smart boy.

Gloria tends to spin up a lot and she is vocal. She is always loud and bossy. Note: The blue collar around her neck is a calming collar. I think I need switch brands. Her antics and vocals are worth the watch. As a frame of reference go to the last photo in the album which is her intake photo. She's come along way since May.

Gloria is being fostered in Virginia. Please go to our website to check her out and all of the cairns available for adoption.



Gloria

G-L-O-R-I-A

Dictated to a CP Intakes volunteer by Gloria



Usually an Intake person introduces the new Col. Potter kids but I'm going to introduce myself because I want to tell you my own story. My name is Gloria, I'm a petite cairn girl and my 4th birthday was last week!

The next thing I know I was going for a car ride. Yippee--a car ride, I hadn't done that in a long time. I hadn't much fun for a while and I was so excited at the possibility. The car kept going down the road but soon I didn't recognize the scenery. Great - I'm going to some where new, maybe the dog toy store for a birthday present? I hope so!

Soon the car pulled into a driveway but nothing looked familiar. As I got out of the car I heard dogs barking and cats meowing. Could it be? A surprise party for ME? When I went into the building, no one yelled surprise. Something was wrong. This wasn't fun anymore. I was escorted to a pen with some other small dogs. I asked "What is this place?" The old beagle in my pen told me and I was in disbelief. A kill shelter, I'm in a KILL SHELTER!! This was my worst birthday ever. I heard a person say that there was no money to help with my skin problem, no one would want me and I was scheduled to die. I was on death row all because someone didn't take care of me. I was so sad. I curled up in a ball in my bed and hid my face.

The phone rang. I heard the shelter lady talking to someone. Some ladies from Col. Potter wanted to help me. I didn't know what Col. Potter was--good or bad? I hid my face in despair.

Soon a lady from Col. Potter put me in a crate and we went on a car ride. This seemed different so I wagged my tail. Before long I was getting a special bath, boy did that feel good! When all the dirt was washed off, I was a red head! Next I got a trim--all the mats and icky stuff was gone. It gets better--I got a yummy dinner something I hadn't had in a long time. When it was time for bed, I got my very own nightshirt, a soft blanket and a clean crate--all for me! I slept like a baby. I was dreaming of my next birthday because now I'll HAVE a next birthday. You're all invited to my birthday party too and I'll be singing as loud as I can G-L-O-R-I-A!!

Thank you Col. Potter.

xo Gloria