Adopted

Dalton...

Hey everybody! Dalton is my name, and bitey-face is my game. Let me tell you, I’m not sure how many hours there are in a day, but if there were any more I’d be spending them playing bitey-face with my foster bubba. That’s easily the best game invented! More on that later—but let me tell you a bit about myself first. I’m from Austin, and now I spend my days in foster care in San Antonio. Remember the Alamo!! Anyway… not long ago, I was roaming the streets of Austin when a wonderful GRR volunteer happened by and scooped me up. Her name is Mrs. Dalton, and that’s how I got my name. I wasn’t wearing any tags and nobody ever came looking for me, so after a week or so I became an official GRR dog (you can bet I am wearing tags now!) and was chauffeured to the great city of San Antonio. Enter my awesome foster parents and my foster bubbas and sister, and of course those endless days of bitey-face.

The first couple of days at my foster home, I wasn’t really myself. After all, I just had some parts removed and I was a little groggy from the surgery! The vets also shaved a patch of hair off for a minor skin irritation, but that’s all cleared up now and we’re currently on the market for a golden toupee to cover the spot until it grows back. (Thank heavens! – I’m afraid a bald spot might diminish my boyish charm with the ladies.) Well, anyway, it wasn’t long before I started expressing my true self. That’s when I became best friends with my foster bubba Baylor. We started playing bitey-face a couple of weeks ago and pretty much haven’t stopped since… OK, OK, we do sleep and eat every now and then, but we’re currently trying to find a way to keep on playing at the same time!

I do really well with my foster family (there’s Mom, Dad, three other dogs, and a kitten!). Actually, let me rephrase that. I do really well with my foster family, except for the kitten. It’s not that I’m mean to the little guy—but he just doesn’t seem to have the same appreciation for bitey-face that I do. My foster dad says I’d probably be best in a home without a cat, because they just aren’t properly “equipped” to play with me.

Let’s see, what else? Oh yeah, my handsome face and form! Think James Bond meets Adam Sandler. I’ve got the dangerously good looks of a secret agent and the boyish charm of Billy Madison. If I wasn’t so focused on my bitey-face career, I’d probably have two or three girlfriends by now. It’s the sacrifice the top athletes are willing to make, though. But by the way, don’t let the bitey-face action shots fool you—I’m a real sweetheart and love to please! In fact I’ll do anything to get some good loving from my foster parents, even if it means I have to stop playing for a while.

I don’t have any bad habits, as long as I find an outlet for my energy that is. There’s some kind of saying about idle hands that I can’t quite remember, but the same thing sometimes applies to my teeth and throw pillows, if you get the picture. However, ever since I’ve moved into my foster home, I’ve actually had free roam while my foster parents are gone, and I do really well for such a young guy. I just hang out with my foster sister Hailey (who is also up for adoption and quite the athlete as well!), so I don’t get into trouble while the foster parents are away. Oh one other thing—I love to drink water after a long game of bitey-face. In fact I love it so much that I’ll just keep going until some of it comes back in the other direction—BLURP! See, I figure if I finish the whole bowl, I can wear the t-shirt that says “I passed the gallon challenge.” I guess it’s just my competitive nature coming through, but Mom and Dad are foiling my plans by watching me like a hawk and making me slow down by taking the bowl away after four or five good gulps!

Well that’s about all I can think of. If you think you can handle a funny, James Bond-ish, super bitey-face athlete, then I’m just the Golden for you. Okay—this is officially the longest time I’ve spent not playing bitey-face in a while, so I’m off to get my fix. PEACE!