Foster momma says if I’m feeling so good as to be jumping up on the bed and running around the house with my foster sister, Ruby, then I’m well enough to be telling the world about myself.
I don’t know – I think foster momma kind of covered a lot of it in her previous posts …
I’ve had many names, some of them not very nice, but the good ones were Rusty, Flint, and now Milton – at least I think my name is Milton. I’m not sure ’cause they keep calling me Knucklehead.
I’m a Black and Tan (hey, maybe my name should be Guinness) Rottie mix. I’m a little over a year old and I weigh about 60 +/- pounds. Oh, I only have three legs.
No need for pity. I’ve been feeling better and better every day. I like to run in the yard when they let me out to do my business – yes, I’m what you would call “housetrained.” I throw myself onto the couch for naps and jump into bed with momma and papa for good snuggly sleep.
Foster momma is working with me on something she calls “clicker training” – she had this thing in her hand and it made a REALLY scary noise. The first night momma had to reach behind the chair to give me the bits of hot dogs every time she made that noise, but tonight – our third night of training – she made the noise right at my nose and I just waited for my little piece of cheese. She says it’s all about getting me walking on a leash. I’m not sure what that’s all about and right now I don’t think I’m too interested; life is good as it is.
Well, life is almost as good as it gets. I love being here and I know they love me, but I’m starting to think it would be cool to have a furever family of my very own – a nice yard to run and play in, someone who cuddles with me all the time, and someone who understands that life here in the South is about taking things slow.
I know I just introduced myself and it’s probably a little early to ask, but are you that person? Email foster momma at afureverfamily@yahoo.com today and she’ll set up a play date for us.
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