My mom
and dad adopted me in June '09. I’m not sure of exactly where I came
from, but I know I was mistreated; I didn’t know how to do anything.
I’d never walked on a leash, never been housetrained, never seen
stairs in my life and never known the comfort of a nice home with a
family that loves me.
A few
months have passed and wow, what a difference. I’m now housetrained,
mom and dad say that it wasn’t so difficult since I love being praised
for doing good and I’m also very partial to treats. Don’t tell mom
and dad but my new brother Pepper (a mini schnauzer who’s been with
mom and dad for 9 yrs) had a lot to do with it. He’s the boss and I
usually do what he does. That’s good for some things but not so good
for others since he’s a small dog and I now think I’m the same size he
is.
Who
invented stairs? It took me awhile to learn to go up and down
those things. Good thing mom and dad have strong sons who would carry
me up and down for the first couple of weeks until one day I decided
that I could do it on my own. I now run up and down as if I’ve been
doing it my whole life. I’ll even sit on them and take a break for a
picture.
As for
walking on a leash, I mastered that pretty fast. I’m good and I
don’t pull, but I can be stubborn and when I don’t want to go where
mom and dad want to go, I sit and won’t budge. Mom and dad are as
stubborn as I am and they usually win; I’ll get up and keep going. I
will sit when I see other dogs coming towards me; I’m not always sure
if they’re friends or foes. We’re working on some of my social
skills. I tend to be a bit shy.
Mom
and dad also have a good sense of humour since they still love me even
after I’ve eaten an ottoman and a leather couch. Guess they really
were serious when they said that they’d love me and take care of me
forever. I know that I love them very much.
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