Finding My Way

May says... Because my mother was a full-blooded Lab instead of a Doodle, and my dad was a Labradoodle (half Lab, half French Poodle) my siblings and I were rescued Labradoodle rejects. For this reason, I am offering sales of my autobiography, Finding My Way, to fundraising groups for shelters and institutions helpful to needy animals, particularly dogs. When I was almost grown, a French poodle, Gus in Illinois, offered to woo me. I was seriously considering his offer. We exchanged photographs. Then Gus made a fatal mistake. He sent me photographs of octomom, Olive, nursing his puppies. I immediately scheduled a hysterectomy. I am certain many American women have had both experiences: an unfaithful mate and fixing. Find out how I handle being rejected by the Weimaraners Syndicate and my next brave new career move.