Day at THEVET's...

Life as a foster dog has been pretty good so far...always food in my belly, and treats (have you ever heard of Yummy Chummies?? If not, ask your human to get some for you)...and a nice soft bed to sleep on in a room that's not too hot not too cold. And other dogs to play with too! Their names are Paikea (she's a purebred Siberian) and Neenah (a northern breed-GSD mix like me, only about half my height). They love to play in the pond with me, so I get to spend my days playing outside and then cuddling up with my foster moms. They even took me to a place called PetCo, where people just walked right up to us to pet me (how cool is that?!), and I got to play with little kids. I really like kids, they bring out the big protector in me.

The only thing I don't like is...TheCrate. It's scary. I know I'm a big guy and I should be all tough and macho and all, but crates just freak me out. I destroyed something called a Life Stages crate and I hurt myself in the process...nothing serious (not sure why fostermom got weirded out), just some cuts and scrapes. But it was off to THEVET's. Paikea said that was actually a scarier place than THECRATE, but I think she was making that up. I liked the vet lady, even though she stuck needles in me (did she just give me Rabies?! that's what they kept saying). She pronounced me to be in good health, just crate-o-phobic. Now I have meds, and special 'crate treats' (those are worth walking into the crate though!), and we're working on it. Foster moms say I'm making great progress in a short time. Cool.