Findley, 5 year old female
MUST HAVES in a forever home: Resident mentor dog and a fenced in yard
I have a confession to make, I’m a “cookie-holic” just as foster mom says. Certainly wasn’t this way when I first came to foster mom’s house, but WOW—these “Wet Noses Organic” cookies are scrumptious! I nuzzle my way to get in front of my furry siblings to get one. Mom has me “sit” now. So, once I’ve earned the cookie, I rush it over to my bed and quickly it’s devoured!
It’s taking me a while to become comfortable in this new world. Fear is simply part of this transition. My bed is my personally designated “safe space.” When I moved in, I wanted my space to be in a secluded area, so I was pleased to have my bed in the laundry room. I’ve progressed to the kitchen now—smart choice, ‘eh? I decided I’d like to visit people and discover what was going on in other parts of the house.
Warming up to foster mom and dad is one of my discoveries. The chin rubs are way nice, and I’m even giving kisses now and again—who knew I’d ever be doing THAT? Being touched a bit is quite nice, but I’m not yet interested in the snuggling part.
When foster mom discovered me running and playing in the yard with her other dogs one day, she seemed so thrilled for me. I heard her say, “Findley has discovered she’s a dog!” Before that day I would go outside and lie down in the bushes. A fenced-in yard is of great benefit to me and should be part of my forever home. I learned about relieving myself outside from her dogs. At first I was afraid of the doggie door, so mom simply let me out the big door. Now I use the doggie door in the same way my furry siblings do. At night I sleep in the bedroom along with everyone. No accidents. And accidents during the day are few and far between now too. I just had to learn where to go and how to get there. I’ve learned so much from the behavior of my fellow dogs. One can never underestimate the importance of a mentor dog to a dog like me, therefore a furry sibling in my forever home is a must.
I’m cooperative when foster mom puts a leash on me for a walk. It’s nice walking along beside her.
I’m a bit shy yet feel happy when I can see I’ve pleased mom by learning something she’s been teaching me to do like coming when I’m called. She said I’m easy to train and a sweet girl.