Sydney

Some weeks start out better than others. This week didn’t start out very well for me, but I am sure happy where it all ended up.  My name is Sydney, this is my story.

On Monday I had to say goodbye to my mom and dad. I lived there almost my whole entire life.  Mom and Dad had a baby, I’ll call her the “little screamer,” and I say that affectionately.  Anyway, they found that they weren’t able to give me the kind of time and attention I used to get. I would spend hours everyday and night, alone in the backyard watching them from the patio door.  So they decided to find me a better home.  A nice lady who likes dogs (at least I thought she must, since she smelled like them) came over to pick me up.  I wasn’t sure that it was the right thing to do, but since she rubbed me lots on my belly, I trusted her. She also has a little screamer, but I like this one better because it feeds itself, or at least it tries. This strikes me as very convenient for any dog with a little muster.

She took me back to her house, where I met Sherman and Shelby. They seemed nice too, but I guess their mom doesn’t let them play with strangers right away. The thing was, that was all just fine, because I was INSIDE!   My foster mom told me I would be visiting for a while, until I found my new “forever home.” I liked the sound of that.

She gave me a bath and then said I was the best bather ever. I guess because I hopped right into the tub and stood still the whole time. She must like giving them though since she gave me two.  Later we went for a walk. I ran around a bit more than she likes, but I am quickly learning that if I walk nicely, I get to get walked nicely more often!

This brings me to today. My foster mom and I are teaching each other. For instance, she knows I am totally housebroken, will not jump on any furniture, and will roam about the house freely while alone without doing any naughty dog things.  I am learning from her that jumping on the counter to steal food is bad, stealing food from the little screamer is bad, and that the “highchair” is not a salad bar for dogs (although you must admit it is the right height, c’mon people)! With all this food talk you would think I am chubby, but I am not. I have been told I am the perfect size lady GR, about 65-70lbs, not too big, not too small. I can however, “catch air” whenever there is a well-thrown tennis ball in the picture.  

The thing that has surprised my foster family the most is my energy level. I have as much or more energy than most dogs who are younger than I am. I attribute this to my love of life and all the people in it. I really enjoy being rubbed, playing ball, and sleeping at my master’s feet. 

If you are my new forever family, all I ask is that you keep me and love me for the rest of my life! Oh yeah, and if you have a little screamer, make sure it likes to be licked, and you can certainly trust me to watch it while it feeds itself.

Looking forward to meeting you,

Sydney  

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