Hi, my name is Pepper and I'm a foster dog in Denver Colorado. Foster mom can't remember my name so she calls me Foster Dog. That's Ok cause I've just had this name for a couple of days anyways. I'm waiting for my true love to give me a name that says how much they love me and is music to my ears every time it crosses their lips.
You see, they say I'm part mini-cattle dog, so I truly love my person and want to follow them around. Foster mom says that's nice but you have to be a dog too and learn to run around with the other dogs so she encourages me to go have fun in the yard with the other dogs. I only do this when foster mom locks me out because I'd rather be with her but after I get used to things more I'll probably be more OK tagging along with the big girls.
I weighed in this morning at 20 lbs. and at about 1 year of age this is pretty much it for my growing. Foster mom says I look just like a little tiny German Shepard. Here is a photo, what do you think?
I'm standing up here because there was someone in the house trying to rob the trash can so I alerted foster mom to the robbery. But foster mom said it was just the house cleaner so she introduced me to her. I was kinda afraid since it really did look like she was robbing the house but then when she crouched down and smiled at me I went to see her. I'm still not sure why foster mom lets her take the valuable trash but since foster mom says its OK I guess I have to give her the benefit of the doubt. Foster sisters didn't seem to care and just laid there. What's up with that?
I was having a nice dog nap when Foster mom offered to help me write this blog. Foster mom snapped this picture before I knew I needed to pose.
We had just gone for a dog walk and my foster sisters both sleep after the dog walk and since it looked like a good idea I decided to also. Aren't I cute while I'm sleeping?
I've been at Foster mom's house just less than two days. It sure is interesting here. I have two foster sisters. They have been pretty tolerant of me but I can see they have the inside track on knowing what's what. I thought maybe I had to guard my food from them but they don't seem to guard theirs from me. What's up with that? I'm trying to be a little bit better about it since food seems to show up all the time around here.
I heard foster mom tell foster dad that I would have to sleep in the crate tonight and to bring his ear plugs. You see last night I had to go so I did the polite thing and left the bedroom while foster mom and dad slept. I went up one landing where I took care of number 2 and then down one landing where I took care of number 1. This house is nice and big so you can get away from the main living areas for that sort of thing without going outside. Foster mom didn't say a thing to me about it this morning but she did tell foster dad about sleeping in the crate tonight. I'm pretty sure I won't like it.
So far I have to get in the crate whenever the bird comes out to play or foster mom is cleaning the cage. I let foster mom know right away that this is not for me but foster mom acts like she doesn't even hear me. However the bird does hear me. He comes over and climbs up on the crate. The more I fuss the more he screeches at me. He's kind of interesting so sometimes I forget to fuss and watch him. He sure likes looking at me. I know I'll get the hang of this crate thing. They don't really bug me since I walk in and out of mine all the time along with all the other crates in the house. I just don't like being locked in one just yet.
A little about me. I hear I'm about a year old. I was in a house with alot of other animals. They said my owner was a hoarder. That means there wasn't enough time and attention for me.
I'm an adorable dog. I love to snuggle up. Foster mom gave me a bath using Johnson and Johnson's baby shampoo so the soap wouldn't hurt my eyes. Afterward she and I cuddled while I slept. I was in heaven! I love having my face, cheeks, and snout rubbed. I'm always happy for a belly rub too! As a matter of fact I like being touched and cuddled. It is my favorite thing!
Another good thing about me is that I do not pull on the leash at all. Foster mom is a stickler about leashes but I love being with someone so much that if anyone lived in an off-leash OK area I'd be a good one to have since I just stick around. But I don't need to be off leash to be a good dog. I don't pull at all, just trot along. Every now and then, pausing for a sniff. Don't really have much interest in other dogs or bunny rabbits. I'm so easy to walk, anyone could do it, and since I'm an angel on a leash I'm really pleasant to walk with.
It's kind of interesting walking with foster mom. I'm meeting all kinds of new people. Yesterday I met a teenage boy and saw some little kids on bicycles with their parents. This morning I met a nice golden retriever and two adults. This is all new to me but I think I'm handling it pretty well. I just stand back and watch it all.
Everyone says how cute I am so it must be true. When foster mom says I'm looking for a home you can tell they all want the best for me so are thinking hard if they know anyone.
Foster mom says we all have to wait at the gate to go in or out. I keep trying to tell her I should be first but she is a quick body blocker. As a result, I then sit like a good boy until she says I can go. It seems the faster I sit the sooner I get to go so now I sit pretty fast. This morning I sat faster than foster sisters. So there!
Foster mom also makes me sit when I cross the street. Foster sisters do it faster than me but tonight I will try to show them up and sit faster. Once I sit we all get to go and foster sisters have been really tolerant waiting for me so soon I'm going to sit before them and show them what's what.
Now when it comes to down, heh heh, I just started that yesterday so I've got another day to play with before I can be expected to know what's what. Foster sisters are getting fat 'cause they down faster so get treats first. I eventually do it but that's just 'cause of the food. [Editorial note from foster mom: Pretty soon we'll be doing a down for going in or out of the gate or to cross the street, since Pepper has already offered this behavior when I made him wait a little extra longer at the gate this morning. The more intelligent a dog is the more creative they get at offering a behavior to get what they want.]
Enough from her, back to me. After all its all about me isn't it? Furniture is hard to figure out around here. Foster mom invites me on the outside loungers. But then while foster mom was sitting on her easy chair in the living room I got on the sofa. So foster mom comes over and sits down really really close. She then moves in a bit. So I got up and sat on the dog bed since foster mom wanted the sofa. She said I was a good dog and I smiled at how good I am. Foster mom went back to the easy chair so since she was no longer using that nice comfy sofa I decided to get back on for my nap. Foster mom came and sat really close again. She moved in on my personal space. Can you imagine?! She even pointed at the doggy bed. So I went back to the doggy bed. She told me I was a GOOD dog. I really love it when she says that so I stayed put on the doggy bed. I get all happy inside and my face beams when I'm told I'm a good dog. I could hear that all day long!
I think foster mom is pretty smart. She knows that English is a foreign language to me so she tells me stuff in doggy language like invading my personal space. Since another doggy would tell me to get off the sofa the same way I knew just what to do and then got told I was a GOOD dog. Yeah!
Foster mom says I haven't eaten any shoes, gotten into the trash or destroyed anything. She says this makes me an extra good boy. Of course anything that makes me get to hear GOOD boy makes me happy and proud so I'll just keep on being me.
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