ADOPTED

Tonka...I am a new boy—about 1 year old. Animal Control found me wandering the streets of a small Texas town, scared, hungry and lonely. They turned me over to GRR to find a forever home. First GRR named me Tonka, and then took me to a vet for a checkup. I passed, except they said I needed to be neutraled or neutered—whatever, I don’t want to talk about it! Two days later, my life changed again when they took me from the cage and said, “your foster father is here.” After some petting and handlicking we headed out to the Tahoe. When he opened the tailgate, there was a large Golden staring down at me—no way was I going to jump in that car. My new foster dad reached down and picked me up and placed my shaking body at the dog’s feet—but that big red dog just sniffed me and then jumped into the back seat when dad said, “Prince, over.” What a relief, they were both friendly.

At my foster home, we went in the backyard and played and then dad said, “You’re skin and bones, let's go get you some food” (love that man!). In the utility room, he took a scoop of food and started to pour it in my bowl and as soon as the first nuggets hit my bowl, I dove in head first and the rest of the scoopful bounced off my head and all over the floor. Dad said, “We need to work on your table manners!” We then went in the living room to see the rest of the house.

“You're not house broken?!” were the next words I heard dad yell. That night he had me stay in a crate and I barked all night. In the morning dad said, “We'll start over. Tomorrow we'll put up a baby gate across the bedroom door and you sleep on a doggie bed next to my bed.” To make a long story short, in 4 to 5 days I no longer had any accidents in the house, I wait until my bowl is brought into its place in the kitchen before I eat, I don’t try to get food from Prince’s bowl when I finish mine, I don’t bark when put in my crate when dad goes shopping, I wait 9 to10 hours in the bedroom if dad sleeps late, etc, etc. Yes, you might say I am a fast learner!

During the past two weeks dad has been bringing friends and neighbors to meet me. Some have brought their dogs with them. I love them all and play with all the dogs. He also takes me to PetSmart to meet people of all ages and their dogs. Lots of kids pet me there and I love every minute of it. They all say the same thing, “What a beautiful puppy, he’s so cute, he’s precious, so loving.” Please people, I am a male! Males are handsome, good-looking, stalwart—not cute and precious.

Today, my foster dad had a talk with me and said that I was such a great dog that I should have a forever home. It should not take long to find one for me. They can finish my training and love me like he does when I do playful puppy things—like hiding his shoe or running around the house with a flapping towel in my mouth. That made me both happy and sad, because Foster Dad and Prince have been so much fun and I will miss them. But I would love a forever home, and to hear “our foster dog” replaced with “our dog,” and “foster home” replaced with “forever home” will be so great!
 

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