Hey everyone, Sheila here and I'll first start out by saying that we had a rainy ride to my foster home. After I got here I had to check things out and got to be buddies with my forever buddy Penny. She's trying to show me the ropes but sometimes I get carried away especially when food is involved. I already have my own bed and don't even have to sleep in a crate, so life is good! I'm still a bit scared of all the new things but I'm getting better with my foster parents. I love helping in the kitchen and I'm quite the helper. I've been for some walks but haven't met anyone yet. My foster parents think I'm smart but then again aren't all black greyhounds?