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A New Life

Nice People

My foster parents took me to meet some people (a mom and her two sons) today. They said this family might want to adopt me. I'm not really sure what that means, but I know Guinness was adopted and she's not here anymore.

The mom said nice things to me and petted me. I really liked that. The boys let me lick them. I guess they've been looking at different doggies who are adoptable. They seemed to like me and they thought that I was a sweet doggie. After we visited, they watched how nicely I jump in the car for a ride and my foster parents took me back to their house.

The phone rang a while ago and my foster dad says that the family talked it over and they want to adopt me and take me to their house. I'll see them again tomorrow to make it official. I've been waiting for this for quite a while. I'm not sure how I feel, but at least part of me is excited to have two boys for playmates. I'll be the only doggie in their house, but they have other doggies who come for visits and they said they would like to take me to the dog park. Maybe I should go take a nap to prepare for the big move. :)

A trip to the zoo...

I went to the zoo yesterday with my foster parents and my foster sister, Guinness. The Detroit Zoo had an event called "Meet your Best Friend at the Zoo." Well, I guess I'm not anyone's best friend because no one really wanted to look at me, much less take me home with them. I know I'm a little gray around the face, but I have so much to give. I've got lots of energy and would gladly be someone's walking partner. I might even consider taking up jogging. I'm quite a snuggler and I ride well in the car. What more do people want? I know I'm not a puppy anymore, but I'm full grown at 44-pounds and I'm housebroken as well as crate-trained. Shouldn't that count for something?

Heartworms and other veterinary issues...

Well, I had my second heartworm treatment this week. Those humans keep acting like it is such a big deal. I feel FINE!!! All I want is outside play time and FOOD! They are still trying to restrict my activities, but I think I'm starting to win that war... :)

My toenails are finally at a reasonable length (according to my foster mom) after that last vet visit. I guess I'm not allowed to have those "glamour length" nails anymore.

Oh, and I heard the humans talking about spaying me. I don't know what that means, but I guess I'll have to trust them since they've taken good care of me so far.