Hello, Furiends! My name is King and I would like to start off by thanking my brother from another Mother, Ray, for letting me have so much face time on his blog. I know his friends have been missing his mug and I appreciate all the love and kindness I’ve been shown while I await my forever home.
I’d like to tell you a little bit about myself because there are things I’m just now discovering, too. Up until about two weeks ago, I thought I was one thing, but it turns out I am another. I was a part of a pack and there were 8 of us in all. We were all chi-wow-ahs, I thought, but it turns out I’m something called an AmStaff. I think that means really big chi-wow-ahs. I’ve spent my whole first year of life thinking I was one of them, fitting in our nice little world but then my family said we were moving. I didn’t realize that meant we were not all moving together to the same place.
They took me to a “homeless shelter” where the big hearted people there said they would find me another home, even better than the one I had before, and in the mean-time, they would take care of me and give me the things I need. They even made sure my jingly bits went away. I guess that’s ok, because I feel fine.
I found it to be very confusing there for awhile. Lots of other dogs were telling me about themselves and lots of different people came to see me. Ray’s mama comes to see me a lot and she said I could call her mama until I get my own. She takes me for long walks and helps me mind my manners, even though she calls me Mr. Perfect a lot. When we walk she makes the “uh-uh” sound and I’ve learned that when I hear that sound we stop walking. I always stop and look at Mama to see why we’ve made the uh-uh stop but I think it’s just because she wants to see my handsome face so as soon as I show her my handsome face we get to walk again. Sometimes we stop and I sit for a cookie. The first couple of days, when she showed me the cookie, I wasn’t sure that she would give it to me but she gave it every time and all I had to do was sit! She says I'm a master at something called "loose leash walking."
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| I'd be happy to take that cookie! |
I think we are going to learn other ways to get cookies too, if I’m here long enough. Mama says she hopes we won’t have time but when she says that she seems kind of sad. She says she loves how I greet her in a polite way. I don’t jump on her and I don’t ever do sharky mouth, even when I’m looking for cookies that might be in her hand. I’m just starting to ask her to play with me, but she is kind of a girl, so I take it easy with her and when she says “give Mama a kiss” I know exactly what she means. I like to give kisses!
Anyhow, I'm ready to go to my home, but just as a little hint, my collar makes me look like I might belong in a peaceabull place, don'tchathink?
A note from Ray-Ray: "if you are interested in adopting King, please contact the Allen County SPCA. Now, please, before King becomes my little brother."
