Hi, I'm PayDay -- named because my coat has the colors of the honey, nuts and caramel candy.  You could rename me anything you want, but PayDay sounds pretty nice in these tough times.

I spent my first few years in a cage producing litters for a couple of puppy mills in the midwest. I was such a good, affectionate mother, but they always took my babies away from me, and I never got to raise any of them.  One day, a rescuer came to save some of my fellow inmates. The mill man, who didn't want me anymore, said she could take the Papillon too, or he would "take care of me."  I don't want to think about what that meant.

I had nowhere to go, and spent some bitter cold and hungry nights in a frigid, unheated Ohio barn during a January snowstorm.  A dear lady finally offered to watch me temporarily  until I was airlifted by Pilots N' Paws to my Pap911 foster home on Long Island.  That was an exciting trip!

I'm a spunky and resilient girl, and I haven't wasted a minute looking back.  A house dog is just what I was meant to be!!  My foster mom is amazed at how well I've adjusted. I even jumped up on her bed and snuggled up with her my very first night here!  I'm really smart - -  I've quickly learned about chew bones and squeaky toys, comfy couches, doggie treats, and even how to steal a boot out of a closet!  I like kids, don't bother the cats, and I play like a puppy with my foster sister Papillon.

I'm also getting used to a leash and harness, and I'm doing great with "housetraining."  I'd make almost any family a sweet and loving pet. I don't like to be contained though, and cry if I'm crated.  Reminds me too much of the puppy mill. A well fenced yard is a must, cause sometimes I forget I'm already free.

Please come to see me in NY - it sure is different where I come from.