Well here I am, Dexter. My foster mom is so mean to me and calls me Poindexter and says I should have hornrimmed glasses and a pocket protector and wear a bow tie! So anyway, I am in search of a home. This home has to have stuffies like the moose I am carrying. Let me explain. Within 30 minutes of settling in at my foster home I had taken out each and every stuffy and paraded through the house! Wow I made a mess!
On to more serious business. I was such a good boy last night I slept in my foster sister's room on a big blanket on the floor and didn't make a peep! I got up, ate breakfast with my foster brothers and went outside. As for the sore on my nose, it's from my muzzle in the car on the way to Denise's house. It's healing nicely and doesn't seem to bother me at all. My foster mother put some ointment on it.
So a little more about me. I haven't tried the steps yet, I love stuffies, am leaving the birds and the cage alone, and the cat hasn't shown his face since I've been here so I'll let you know about that when it happens. Besides the stuffies, I LOVE people. You know what they do? They pet me and kiss me and hug me. Wow, life is grand!
So that's the start with me. I'm getting typers cramp (no one told me that this job required typing skills. Thought I was just a foster dog).
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