Toof fairy robbed an elderly lady
This is Lacey. She's 11, and in our household, the toof fairy is a known criminal, having recently stolen four of Lacey's teefies. Thankfully the thief left the sneefer.
Lacey is our fourth adopted greyhound, we adopted her almost four years ago just before she turned 8. She helped heal our hearts after the loss of our Macau Canidrome boy, Rupert went through palliative care for Osteosarcoma.
Lacey and her sister Goosie are both 11. They came to us as urgent foster kids, about a year apart. Both had previously been rescued from the racing industry and later surrendered as pets.
Lacey also came with pretty crippling anxiety. Which was a huge surprise as we used to pet sit her when she was a happy go-lucky three year old, somewhere along the way between having kids and life, she shrank into herself.
It took us about 6 months to see her full personality and for her confidence to really blossom. Watching her learn to feel safe and comfortable in every part of the house, to walk confidently (not run and hide) and be curious was so rewarding. Time, patience, roast chicken and medication has been a big part of her story.
Lacey's favourite things are booty and shoulder rubs (don't stop or she'll do mouf snappies), chicken nuggets, cheese and sniffing. She also gets the hoppity hops for her walkies (aka the non-negotiable sniffaris). Their walks are always double the length, because our senior citizens always spend more time sniffing.
Anyway, that’s our little old lady. If anyone has questions, feel free to ask us anything.