Hi, my name is Jenny and I am so excited to have the opportunity to tell my story. I would like to start at the very beginning when I was a tiny freckle face puppy because my human mommy tells me that I’m such a beautiful girl now, I must have been the cutest puppy ever. But that time in my life isn’t very clear to me anymore, so I’ll share with you what I know for sure. I know I’ve been a mommy myself, and I’m told that I was probably a very good mommy because I love puppies and other furry friends so much. In fact, I still gently groom everyone I love. My human mommy laughs because I especially like feet – hers, dads’, mine, doesn’t matter…………I just really like to kiss toes. It makes my loved ones giggle and that makes me so very happy I just have to wiggle my short little tail.

Times weren’t always so good though. When my friend Cathy Stanley at Camp Cocker found me, I wasn’t in very good shape. Cathy found me at a shelter in Los Angeles, they called me a “stray”. I had mange, crusty lesions all over my body, I was very thin, and I had bad cataracts in each eye. I couldn’t see well at all. Shadows and quick movements really scared me, so I tended to stand or sit very still – like a little statue. Once I felt I could trust Cathy, I started warming up and she said she could see that I was a very good girl. She named me Jenny and I like my name because it is gentle like me. My mange and lesions healed and I started to gain a little weight. I really liked Cathy. She introduced me to little Timmy, another cocker she rescued, and he and I became good friends. I also got to have play dates with other cockers and my life was looking up.

My mom tells me that she had a dream in the summer of ’07 that I was coming to her. In the dream I was white and full of energy. Do you know that the name “Jenny” in Celtic terms means white wave? I would say it’s a coincidence, but I don’t think so. My mom saw my picture in November of 2007, but she and dad were mourning the loss of a long time furry family friend and they weren’t ready for me. Not to mention, that I looked pretty darned sad in that picture. In January of 2008, mom saw my picture again and this time there was a plea from Cathy for a foster home. Mom and dad agreed to foster me and help me with my cataract surgery and the rest is history……………I fell in love with my mom when Cathy first put me in her arms. I use to put my paws on her neck and then kind of dig in like a cat because I didn’t want her to put me down. Cathy told mom that we were meant to be together and she was sure right about that. I was adopted! Mom and I communicate without words, my prior family had me debarked, but I can still get my point across. Mom says I’m a great little communicator. The cataract surgery was very successful, I can actually see! In fact, when I first saw myself in the mirror I did a little happy dance of joy and I kept dancing with the pup in the mirror for days. Mom says I was very funny.

These days my life is really good. I’m still shy around people I don’t know, or people I haven’t seen for a long time, and men are a bit of a challenge too. But that’s not a bad thing. I think it pays to be a little cautious. Overall, I’m happy, and healthy, and I am loved. I’ve found my forever home. My dream is that all the cockers and homeless doggies of the world will find their forever homes and be able to wiggle their tails in joy, just like I do…..every day. Oh yeah, and maybe if they are really fortunate, they’ll get to lick a few toes along the way too!