A letter to Big Mama & Big Daddy

Big Mama and Big Daddy

Well my mommy Amy was wrong!! Me and my sister already like each other!!! And my little big brother is so much fun!! I like to do laps around them but my big sister is pretty fast!!!

I am supposed to be Daddy’s dog but I think I like my mommy better. Mommy says that she thinks I like girls better, must be because you were so nice to me. Mommy says that she feels safe again like when Stump was here. I hear everything (probably because everything is so new to me). We even got to sleep with the doors open, mommy says that I am a good watch dog!!!

I was a bad boy last night and I busted the front door off my mansion, mommy and daddy fixed it with zip ties but I still manage to squeeze out the bottom of the front door. I think they thought it was kind of funny so I did not get in trouble. So we all camped out in the living room. Tonight I am going to sleep with my sister while mommy and daddy sleep in the other room. I will probably cry and bark so they will have to let me sleep in the big bed with them. We are going shopping today for a new mansion - mom says I need to stay in there for a week or so when they are at work - they think I may get into trouble if they leave me with my brother and sister. Daddy says that he may even take me to work with him tomorrow.

Today we are learning how the invisible fence works… but I have no desire to leave the yard, so I am not sure what is going to happen when I try to go past the orange flags.

Mommy and Daddy say that I am a handsome good boy!!

paw paw kiss kiss
Tino

A letter to Big Mama & Big Daddy

Big Mama and Big Daddy

I made it to my furever home in New England. What a long trip that was!! Greg was very nice to me and I was upfront near the drivers. I was real good on the ride home with my new furever Mommy and Daddy. I meet a lot of new friends on the ride with Greg. They were all going to furever home too!! They brought me a big bone that I devour on the ride home. I had a bath and got something to eat. I am trying to be a real good boy. My furever sister is kinda mean to me. My new mommy says she is just being protective. But I am trying to submit to her so she will like me. Mama says if I let her be the alpha dog (not sure what that means) than we will all get along!! My furever brother seems to like me and we play nice together (I think he may be a bit afraid of me!!!) When they are together though they try to double team me but my mommy and daddy protect me (I am trying to hold my own and submit at the same time, I just don’t want my sister to hurt my new mommy(I think I like her she is nice to me!!!). They tell me it is going to take a week or two for all of us to get along. I can’t wait till that happens because I just know me and my new sister are going to have so much fun romping around and playing grab ass in the big yard.

Thank you for putting all the webpages together for me and working with mutts 4 rescue to find me a new furever home. Please try to give my bed to one of my cousins and find them a furever home too. You know that people are prejudice against us bullies and bad things happen to us without people like you!!!

Even though I miss Champ Chaos I think I am going to like it here up North!!!

Paws and kisses furever!!!!
Tino

Less than a week...

Eeh-gads, I'm so excited! It's a scary sort of excitement that I can't get over. Big Mama and Big Daddy have been telling me about the big trip I have ahead of me. From what I understand, I'm getting adopted and I have to take a really long trip to get to my new home with a new furever family and a new doggie sibling. Yippeee!

You see, there are lots of people living 'up North' for whatever that means. They created rules that keep the doggies up North from having massive amounts of babies. That's a fantastic rule and I am pumped about being around such socially-conscious individuals.

You see, it's not the doggies' faults when they have litter-after-litter of puppies. It seems the people 'the further South you go' --for whatever that means as well-- don't always care for the doggies and allow them to have babies over and over again. Even if they can't take care of the babies, the blasted people are too lazy to have their doggies neutered and spayed, so they keep having babies. Then they dump the babies or kill the babies or just let them die or get run over. Well, not everyone but enough that it matters. That's what happened to me, so I'm a little sensitive about it and easily angered.

When I checked into Camp Chaos, it had been a long day. I was only 6 or 7 weeks old at the time, plus it was really cold during the first week of January 2009.

Some nice lady found me wandering in a public park and brought me into her home until she could get me to Camp Chaos. The reason she took me in is because I was in trouble. No, I wasn't running from the law, but there was an old man hitting me with his cane who needed to have the law called on him. Granted, I was following him and chewing on his pants' leg, but what would you expect? I was a little bitty baby and needed someone to help me! Since I can't talk, all I could do was bark by puppy bark and chew on his pants. I was trying to tell the old fart I needed help, but he just kept hitting me with his cane.

God bless Tanya who found me even if she wouldn't keep me and give me a wonderful life. It just so happens I will get me a wonderful life with my very own furever family starting next week! Now, if Big Mama & Big Daddy will make sure I have lots of toys to play with for the trip...can you text them a reminder for me just in case they forget?

Getting Bigger and Better

So the bigger I get, the better I get. Some people don't like big dogs. They think that big dogs belong outside rather than inside. Not my Big Mama and Big Daddy. They know the only place for a dog is indoors. That's what we all are: indoor dogs with outdoor privileges.

I have to stay in the mansion while they're at work or asleep, but any other time I get to run free throughout the house and backyard. Big Mama had Big Daddy installed a doggie door last summer when he was about to go over the edge due to Patti Cake pottying inside. I wasn't born then, much less had I checked into Camp Chaos. But Patti Cake told me about it. She's been my roommate every now & then in the mansion since she moved back to Camp Chaos last week. She's real sweet and I like to chew on her, but she does shed, so I typically come away with a mouthful of fur. Bleck!

Before too long, I'll be bigger than Patti Cake, so my Big Mama whispers to me when we're cuddled up together. She & Big Daddy give me lots of love and tell me I'm a beautiful boy. I think it's my shiny coat. I don't know how it's so shiny. I love to roll around in the dirt, and, if you give me mud, I'm even happier! Thankfully my short hair dries quickly because I do tend to get quite a few baths because of my fascination with dirt & mud. Big Daddy tells me water makes me grow, too, so I'm going to be the most beautiful & biggest & best boy ever.

I just hope my new home has a really big bed and doesn't mind sharing with me. If you talk to my new furever family, can you let them know that I only snore if my head is cocked back funny? So, if I'm snoring, they can just straighten my neck for me and I typically will stop. At least, it works for Big Mama. And what works for Big Mama will work for you, too!

The Fabulous Flying Constantine!

Night time at Camp Chaos is a bunch of fun, thanks to me. Every night about 7:00, I really turn on the juice. I find my favorite raccoon and we start to dance. Typically I have her tail in my mouth; that's where the squeaker is. It's easy to trip over her when I make laps around the living room, but I get up quickly as if nothing happened. The dog cot is the best place for home base. It sits off the ground about 6 inches so I can launch myself off it after hiding under the dog bed in it. Peekaboo! I always stick my head out from under the dog bed and give my Big Mama and Big Daddy a wink. They think I'm so funny. They're really easy to entertain, so spinning around in a dog cot, trying to get underneath a fluffy dog bed, then flying off the dog cot with a raccoon in my mouth is no problem.

When I'm making my laps around the living room, I'm barked at by the big dogs. They're scattered around on the floor like dirty laundry in a teenagers room. Most of them have a deer antler or nylabone to chew on, so they don't like it when I get to close to them and will growl at me. Such is life. I just run quicker until I'm past them. Sometimes I'm quick enough to come back around and grab their chew toy from under their noses. Woo-hoo! Fast as greased lightning, I tell ya! Throw in some puppy barks and some people giggles, and you have The Fabulous Flying Constantine Show, appearing nightly at Camp Chaos 37206!

Will The Fabulous Flying Constantine Show be coming to your town? It can be if you are interested in adopting me!

Being Up For Adoption

Yesterday my sleepover with my 2 daddies ended. They brought me back to Camp Chaos after 10 days with them. They were both very sad but they both told me they loved me and it was the best for everyone. I'm a little guy but I have TONS of energy. I love to bite and to chew and to bark and then to bite and to chew and to bark some more. It drives my Big Mama crazy now that I'm back, but she made the comment last night during the Super Bowl that she had learned to block it out. I guess that's why the guests kept telling me to stop barking instead of Big Mama.

Big Mama had a talk with me that my next sleepover hopefully will be with K-9 Krista, a trainer who will teach me puppy manners and basic skills. I'm a really smart little boy, Big Mama said, so I should be able to learn that stuff in a week or two without a problem. I just hope Krista has room quick! The faster I get into training and learn to be a better roommate to the Big Mama as well as my foster siblings, the faster I will get adopted by my very own furever family...a forever furever family, that is.

[Sigh]

Someday that will be mine. The world is my oyster, but first I have to learn to stop biting...