I was born a Greyhound, destined to run,
Never to live in house, never to have fun.
One day I was scheduled to run a big race,
But I fell, broke my toe, to my owners' disgrace.
The next race I ran was a total joke,
I fell again; it was much more than broke.
I was placed up for adoption, to race no more,
Greyhounds of America took me to a big pet store.
Then my mom came in (and Nana too,)
They took one look at me and said, "oh he looks so blue".
Mom took me home to meet my dad,
he saw my face and then he said,
"We'll change his name from Just Thrills to J.T."
Now we all live together, Mom, Dad, Happy and ME!


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