Likes: Bully sticks, day camp, Banjo, RUNNING, peanut butter, napkins, camping, RUNNING, digging, my backyard, RUNNING
Pet-Peeves: dogs dressed up like people, being called skinny
Favorite Toy: BAD CUZ.... and any roll of toilet paper I can get my paws on
Favorite Walk: the beach, hiking ANYWHERE
Best Tricks: You can put a treat on my paw, tell me to "wait," and I won't eat it until you say "Take it!" I learned a bunch of useless stuff like that when I had to go to school.
Arrival Story: I was adopted from the pound when I was about three months old. I don't remember much about my life before that. I remember the pound was stinky and loud, and I hated it. When they took me out of my cage so I could meet Mommy, I accidentally peed on her! Despite that lack of judgment on my part, Mommy signed the papers and took me home.
Bio: A Day in My Life: I try to be good, but sometimes it's so hard. Most of my time is spent playing, sleeping in ridiculous positions, checking all doors and windows of the house to secure the perimeter from outside attack, and with the time I have left, finding ways to get on Mom and Dad's nerves. Ways I like to be bad include but are not limited to: panty raids, barking at people, shredding toilet paper, nibbling on the carpet, drinking out of the dishpan, digging holes, stealing napkins, counter surfing, jumping on furniture, chewing the remote control, and shoe wedgies. Entertainment: I love hiking, camping, and going to the beach (but NOT swimming and NOT riding on boats). Sometimes my parents me to the off-leash dog park, and that's a whole lot of fun. Other times I go to my best friend Banjo's house, and we play for hours. I like to play with toilet paper, dig holes in the backyard, learn tricks, and squeak my Bad Cuz very loudly, preferably right in someone's face. Education: Mom's big into training and schooling. So far I've passed basic puppy obedience training and Advanced Manners. I also passed the test to be certified as a Canine Good Citizen. I like learning new stuff. I'm pretty smart, but Mom says I just don't "apply" myself sometimes. Now I'm taking agility classes, where Mom says I need to learn "focus." Coydog? It's indeed possible that I am a coydog, a coyote/dog mix. My size and frame resembles a coyote's, and you would not believe my howl. I was also born right around early May, when coyote pups are born. My mannerisms, behavior, and personality are all coy-like (Mom says I'm tricky, wicked, and naughty like a coyote), and most people who see my spindly coyote legs and my thick neck scruff get fairly suspicous of my heritage. But while I may very well be a coydog, for PR reasons Mom just tells people I'm a "mixed breed." Long-term Goals: Master weave poles, catch a rabbit, break 40 pounds.