I am already spayed, housetrained, purebred, and up to date with shots.
I’m a country girl from the ranching area of sw Texas. I had a good life on a ranch, under the open skies, chasing rabbits across the pasture. Then one day I put on my old web collar with my cow tag and went to town. And that’s when the trouble started. I got lassoed by a fellow who had a rope on the end of a pole. He put me in a truck and took me to jail. That place must have been jail because it had small pens with locks on the doors. I could have gone home if only my owner had put some I.D. on my cow tag, but it was blank. I spent 5 days in jail waiting for my owner to come get me, but no one ever came. Lucky for me, on the next morning a nice lady came and made arrangements for me to get out of jail. After another ride in the truck and a trip to the vet that nice lady came back to take me to a place called a boarding facility. Thank goodness she brought 2 sacks of food along. She must know us country girls have healthy appetites. I’m on the thin side right now, and I need to work on my coat; but that’s what the stress of being homeless will do to a girl. Also, there’s something new on my collar. It’s a leather name tag that says “Cocoa.” I guess that’s me. Well, if you like fresh air, lots of sunshine and good food, just ask for me, Cocoa.
P.S. There’s room on my collar for I.D. tags so I never get lost again.