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March 15th 2009 7:08 am
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Here's my story and I'm sticking to it.
I was found wandering the streets in a town in Indiana. I was sent to a Boxer Rescue in Maine, and lived for a few months with a family in Massachusetts. I didn't have a name until I was with my foster family and they named me Felix Unger. I was adopted into a loving home in New Hampshire, and they even had a Brother and Sister for me to play with. My new parents named me Bentley. Within a few days, I was snuggling up with Diesel and Maggie on the couch, and even tested it out how it might be with two doggies in one chair. Since there hasn't been any complaints, I've stuck with that concept most of the time. Let's see: I do have a small food resource issue that my Mom and Dad are working on with me. They tell me that it is just a part of background of fending for myself for so long to find food. When I was found in Indiana, I weighed only 20 lbs. and I'm a medium-large boxer. My foster family got me to 45 lbs. Currently I weigh in at a whopping 60 lbs. (I'm glad this family loves dog bones as much as I do!) Boy do the three of us go through the food! My Mom and Dad are working on some hand signals for me to learn since I'm deaf. Because I can't hear, my Sister( the dominant one) has been challenged as to why I don't listen to her some times. AFter all, my Brother doesn't have a problem when she says "jump". Oh well, I'll learn over time, I guess. So far the only trouble I''ve been in is that I love to eat soap, can't stay out of the toilets, and well, I do like to counter surf, so My Mom and Dad have to remove anything on the counters. I've eaten a whole stick of butter (well at the time I thought that it would be good for my dog coat). Um, I think I might have gotten into some knives that had some peanut butter on them too. I've done my Mom and Dad a favor cause' they have the cleanest kitchen counters ever. Oh one more thing, if any of you have any suggestions for my Mom and Dad in living with a deaf dog it would be really appreciated. Thanks for reading my story!
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