My name is Claire and I’m 5-years old. Before living in my foster home, I spent five years as a mommy dog. Living in a house with very nice people and two playful furry siblings is fantastic! I feel like the luckiest dog in the whole wide world!
Foster mom is amazed at how quickly I’ve acclimated to this new lifestyle! She’s surprised at how early I’ve shown interest in attention and petting. I mastered the stairs right away, and I’m housetrained!
I have toys now! Here’s my new favorite thing: running in the fenced backyard with my foster siblings (sometimes I start the games), then grabbing a toy from the yard and hightailing it back inside and putting it in my safe spot. I enjoy my chew toys the most, they keep me quietly occupied for quite a while. Just so ya know, I don’t take medication to help me cope with the transition to my new lifestyle. Petting, running in the yard, and attention from friendly humans and life is sufficiently peaceful and happy.
I wrote that I “hightail it,” well, my tail is actually not so high. Nobody knows why, but I possess just half a tail and wag it wildly when seeking attention.
Oh, please take note, I’m terrified of the vacuum. When foster mom vacuums, she leaves the back door open so I can escape to the outdoors. I’d climb the fence if I could just to get away from it. My forever family will need a tall fence and be willing to help me conquer this fear. Leash walking is scary too, so my forever family should be willing to work with me on that so I can take walks with them.
One more thing! One family tentatively adopted me, but I didn’t get along with their young and active female dog. It may have been a female-female issue (it happens) along with mismatched activity levels. Luckily foster mom took me back and it was decided that I either find a home with a male sibling or no sibling at all.
My foster mom describes me as “incredibly sweet.” Hopefully you can sense from my expression that I want to love and to please. And importantly, to be loved back. Just ‘cause I have a short tail doesn’t mean I can’t wag it wildly for a family who would love me “furever.”