When I arrived at my foster home, they called me “Georgie Pudgy.” Now at a svelte 78 pounds and still going down, I’m known as “Cuddley Dudley George.” I’m a lover and will stay right next to you, like Velcro. I like other dogs, but not living in my house, as I don’t like sharing my people.
I’m a mix, Golden and possibly Keeshond. Foster mom thinks I’m the best of both breeds. I prance and smile, like a “Golden Dutchman”. I don’t play with toys, but can de-fluff any stuffed toys I see. Fetching a ball is a strange activity that I don’t get. I love to chew on Nylabones, especially the Wishbone, deer or elk antlers. I have comfy, “special” beds on the floor for naps and bedtime. However, sometimes I prefer to sleep on the floor right next to foster dad’s side of the bed.
The world outside our house is new, distracting and sometimes scary to me. I go on walks wearing a harness. I can go 10-12 blocks now, especially on cool days. In the summer, with my heavy coat, I like short walks early in the morning and after sunset. I’m learning to heel and foster dad says I get better every day.
My coat needs a good brushing every 3-6 days, but my hair comes out in clumps and is easy to throw away, that’s the Keeshond in me. I’m told I am a young 9 year old. If you’re looking for a constant companion, look no further: I’m your dog.
9 Years Old