Ok so my training of these people continues.....I've actually accomplished my training...they love me! My foster mom calls me a pest though. What's that supposed to mean? I mean, seriously....I don't counter-cruise (that is unless you're doing something up there and then I try to help), I've had no accidents in the house, I don't even need a crate! I even walk pretty nicely on a leash. Good Grief Mom...give me a break!
Anyway, I have to also share a success with you. Yes I've done it, all on my own...I CLIMBED THE STAIRS!! So my foster brother, who happens to be human, was sitting at his desk on his computer. Jack, the daffy resident dog who lives here was laying on the boy's bed, and I walked up the steps and into his room. Boy was he shocked!!! So anyway I feel a little silly because from downstairs, I figured all the people just disappeared into the upstairs at night and I just went to bed downstairs. Now I can actually go visit upstairs! Life is good!!
So did you know they have birds here? wow! I look at them sometimes, but they're boring. Peanut butter, dog treats, and hugs and kisses are much better than birds!
Ok gotta go. A rawhide is calling my name...if you're interested in having me as your owner, please call Denise and we can arrange a visit and I can check you out to see if you're an acceptable match.
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