“Is it time for a walk?” It makes me so happy to see my leash and halter coming out! I stand very nicely for foster mom while she puts it on me. Then off we go! Foster mom, my furry sister, Annie and I walk 1.5 miles twice each day. I help by holding Annie’s leash. Foster mom says I “walk beautifully on a loose leash” unless I’m distracted by another animal, a fascinating scent or become startled. I even know “heel!” When not on a leash I stay close by foster mom.
I do like being outside in the fenced yard. The outdoors means fetching toys, running a bit with Annie and running along the fence to see the neighbor and her dog. I stick my nose through the fence so the nice lady will pet me.
The people I’ve met have made me smile — and wag my tail! If they approach me slowly and are calm, I come toward them hoping to be petted. Sometimes I take the “lean in” approach. I never jump or bark at them. I’ve been good with young children I’ve met. Foster mom was pleased with me because I was gentle and stood still allowing them to pet me. I’m curious about babies and toddlers. Haven’t been too near them, but foster mom wonders if I could get startled by their quick moves.
When I meet other dogs I go slowly and gently, sniffing all the while. A family came to stay in our house for several days. They brought three dogs along and we all got along just fine. Still, my preference is for human interaction.
When I can’t be outside, you can find me inside looking out! I didn’t live in a house during my first six years of life since I was a breeding dog. It’s taking time for me to adjust to living in a house. I prefer staying in the kitchen. That’s where all the activity and good smells are anyway, right? When I first got here, I didn’t feel like eating until the day foster mom walked in with a rotisserie chicken. I followed her with my nose to the bag.
So, yes, I feel safe in the kitchen. I have a “safe corner” and go there when I hear loud noises like airplanes or something that fell or I am startled by a quick movement. I’ll go up a couple of steps, like into the house, but I’m afraid to go up a flight of stairs. Car rides are fine, especially if I get a “pup cup” while we’re out! I need a little help getting into the car though.
I know the commands “come,” “sit” and “leave it.” Foster mom says I’m doing a good job learning “wait.” Only one time did I counter surf — I think I was after the rotisserie chicken — but now I know the word, “off.”
I’m described as a sweet, gentle, affectionate and lovable boy. I think one could throw the word “handsome” in the mix too!