I just love my furry brother, Henry. Not only do we play together, but I also watch and then follow his lead in order to find out the best way to live in this new world of mine.
We follow foster mom everywhere she goes. We get head scratches and sometimes tummy rubs. Once they are seated, I walk up to greet visitors and happily accept petting. This is simply what’s easiest for me. If people walk toward me, I walk or run away from them. It’s not known how I’d engage with children. I might be hesitant about people approaching me, but interestingly I’m not bothered by fireworks or loud noises.
Foster mom has provided several beds for me! I have one next to her desk, one in the living room, and one next to her bed. Sometimes it seems she knows what I’m thinking! That’s so wild! She senses that it’s important for me to have a space that’s all my own.
On the occasions when Henry and I are left alone, we mainly just sleep, We don’t have dog parties or anything like that. But foster mom makes sure towels, clothes, pillows or any soft things are put away – even off the counters – as I like chewing on them. (For some reason I ignore the stuffies.) But when foster mom tells me “No!” I leave the item alone. So I’m learning and that’s what this foster home thing is all about right?
I’m a bit reluctant about taking walks, but with praise from mom I’ll walk slowly and without pulling. At this point, I simply prefer the comfort of home. A bigger issue for me is the car. I’ll walk to it using the leash, but foster mom has to pick me up to get me in it. That is one scary contraption!
My personality: gentle, sweet and loving.