Likes: My Mom is pretty cool; chewing on stuff; snuggling; eating
Pet-Peeves: I hate it when Izzy won't play with me! I also don't care to do my elimination business whilst on a walk - it's very uncouth; also, if you are going to shut a door, you might as well allow me to follow you, otherwise I will sit outside the door and whine.
Favorite Toy: Max! Also a Buster Cube is a nice way to kill a few seconds.
Favorite Food: Science Diet is what the people feed me; everyone in awhile I am allowed a few veggies. Don't care for spinach.
Favorite Walk: Down the street
Best Tricks: I learned to sit in about a day, although really my "sit" is more of a lean/sprawl
Arrival Story: The important 3rd dog continued to elude my family. Finally, after asking nicely, Mom was allowed to look for a 3rd dog. Wanting to make everyone feel important, she allowed The Man to pick me out. My petfinder profile listed me as a Lab/Border Collie mix. After seeing me, it was unclear as to where the lab and collie mix were hiding. My foster mom saw both my mom and dad and swears that they were a mix of lab and collie. Okay...
After a walk in a local neighborhood with no teeth baring, I was allowed to go home with my new people. I'm not overly fond of riding in cars, so my new Mom let me sit in her lap the entire ride home. She scritched my ears and pet me the whole time, thus cementing her as my favorite person.
I've been with my new family for a few days now. Izzy is rather indifferent to me, but does love the higher level of competition I bring to the game of fetch. I think Max is just the coolest thing ever! I follow him around everywhere.
So far, I'm diggin my new home!
Bio: Any ideas on what I may be a mix of would be welcome. Mom swears I look like I am part Great Dane - at 6 months old I am about 60 pounds, plus I gots the big paws!
It has been dry, dry, dry here in Texas, pups! What's a mud dawg gotta do to get some precipitation around here?!?!?
I tried to have all my doggie pals save up all their spit and then on the count of 3 spit into a big pile. I was *hoping* this idea would lead to a big muddy hole. But, alas, I forgot that dogs can't purse their lips, thus making it impossible to spit.
I tried drooling too. But as soon as the drool started forming, the humans gave me their food, therefore ending the drool.