If you could see the way babes go for me now, you'd never guess I used to be one grungy little dude. When I was a kid, I spent all my time outside. At first I thought it was totally cool. I had friends to hang with and the earth beneath my paws. But, man, it got old. The sun was killing me, and that place was a mess. I mean, poop everywhere. These dudes would throw us a few pieces of food. It was, like, we had to fight over those puny scraps. And no pizza. Even worse, my goldilocks fell off and the babes would laugh at how skinny and gnarly I was. And I had a few more friends than I bargained for - about a million more, and those guys weren't hanging with me but on me and in me.

You see, it's like these bugs get in your stomach and check out the scene and say, "Let's party!" Word gets out and more and more show up. It didn't matter what I ate, those little bugs got to it first. And my skin was funky too. These other bugs were saying, "Fur coat party time!" And, man, did my skin crawl.

Anyway, I was pretty gnarly looking. I used to cry and howl with my buddies, but all the house dudes did was yell at us and slam the door. I thought I'd be miserable forever. But then this really cool guy drove up in a hitting set of wheels. He took me and my buddies to this SPCA place for a major mega makeover. These babes couldn't keep their hands off me, rubbing me all over with medicated baths and masques, and they'd slip me little pills too. Those bug parties were busted! And the spa cuisine was righteous. Every morning they'd bring me fresh water and some awesome chow. Being fed every day was a major new thrill, and I got used to it in a big way. I became a totally new dude. I started to muscle up, and my blond fur grew back all shiny and silky. I could tell all the chicks wanted to run their fingers through it, and were thinking, "Hey, who is that cool dude?" I was ready to rock and roll!

When they had finished cleaning me up and I was looking good, this most excellent head SPCA babe took me with her to a real classy party. I'd never been inside a house before, but I figured I'd just watch the human dudes to figure out what to do.

That party was most excellent! It was in an awesome house, and all these beautiful people were there sipping wine and munching on these tasty things they called hors d'oeuvres. As soon as I walked in, every eye was on me. My new look and personality made me one party animal! I was ready to go all night.

You can't guess what happened next. I met this totally awesome babe - Betsy was her name. She took one look at me and thought, "Hey, this is the guy for me." So now I live at her house, and, man, is this the life! There are two other furry dudes like me. One is kind of old and mellow. I'm trying to show him how to have some fun. The other is younger, like me, and likes a good time. But when he acts uptight, I chew on his ears to loosen him up. I jog with Betsy and have plenty of excellent grub to munch on. My only chore is protecting her and the other humans from possible threats like the mailman or UPS. Is that a deal, or what?

So that's the story of how my makeover changed my life. Just think of what a cool world it would be if everyone could have one. I had always heard that looking good was feeling good, but I never totally understood it before I visited the spa on Chamberlayne Ave. Party on, SPCA!

Doc's mom was also adopted. His brother has undergone a similar "spa" treatment thanks to a $600 donation and is now ready for adoption. He is just as cool as Doc.