Dinky

Dinky's Story

I have only been here a month. My story is only beginning. The name is Dinky, and I am a 5 year old male. However, I am not "dinky" in any extent of the word. I consider myself quite The Lady's Dog, a connoisseur of beautiful women and tasty doggie treats. True, I am a bit portly, but that doesn't stop me one bit. I must admit that I primarily have eyes for only one lady, the woman who took me into her home. In return I have vowed my eternal devotion. I am currently repaying the kindness by following her into every room, including the bathroom, and being underfoot constantly, which admittedly does make her trip all the time. It's actually quite amusing. My large hazel eyes follow her every single move. Perhaps The Police said it best: "Every single day, every move you make, I'll be watching..."

As for how I came to join this pack of four and become my mother's personal bodyguard or stalker, depending on your point of view, I was a foster that my mother also couldn't give up. She has quite the soft heart for us canines, but then again who can blame her? We are marvelous creatures.