Adopted
Champ came to GRR under an assumed age, a mystery we haven’t entirely cleared up. His surrendering owners (his second family) told us that he was 1 or 2 years old. His foster mom said “No way! He’s way too calm to be that young! I think he's more like 4 years old.” Then we took him to the vet for a check-up … and the vet thinks he’s more like 6 or 7. And Champ isn’t telling. But no matter how old he is, he’s an active, handsome, fun boy who is just about perfect.
Champ is definitely the easiest foster we’ve ever had. He completely settled into our home by only the second day, getting along with everyone from the kids to our other dogs to even our 16-year-old cat! He’s calm in the house, not running around or jumping on anyone. And even our 8-year-old son can walk him on a leash. He’s housebroken, has wonderful manners, and quickly proved to be trustworthy enough to earn free run of the house. If you plan on watching TV, though, be ready—you’ll need to have one hand free for “petting purposes.” And if you plan on using the snooze button in the morning, don’t bother! Two big front paws will suddenly land on top of you for the start of “The Champ Hour” (translation: “take me outside, feed me, and let's go on our walk!” Champ’s biggest wish in life is to be someone’s best friend.
The other night Champ was listening to bedtime stories and decided to try his paw at writing his own version of Dr. Seuss:
I am Champ
Champ I am
That Champ I am. That Champ I am.
I love my ball, that Champ I am.
I love my ball,
that tennis ball
And when you call
Please have my ball
For I would chase it in the house
And I would guard it from a mouse
I'd never share it with a fox
I'd rather have it than your socks
In the dark or in the sun
Throw my ball, let's have some fun
In the yard or on a train
(but I'd rather not be in the rain.)
A flashing ball is great at night
I don't snap or growl, it isn't right
I carry my ball here and there
I take my ball just anywhere
I do so love my soft green ball
Please buy a bunch
And give me a call!