Good Boy finds Love, Goes to Hell.

Goodbye everyone, this is my last post. I am no longer a foster- I have found love and moved into my forever home ( in Hell's Kitchen in Manhattan). There was a freezer full of raw food food waiting for me in my new home and my new folks and I have already had a couple of sessions with my trainer Jenny and we will continue to work with her. During the last couple of months, there has been a huge momentum in my improvement- I even stopped to say hi to a frenchie on the street in my new neighborhood (her name is Radar).

Portrait of a Good Boy

I'm looking for love. I'm available! My Bio is honest and descriptive of the realities and the challenges that my forever home will need to take on - BUT I wanted to say here not to forget that I am also amusing, quirky, clever, obedient, loving, playful, can be sociable and spend more of my days being all those things than I do being challenging, in fact I spend most of my days sleeping, napping, hanging out quietly or entertaining myself or chewing a bone. Did I mention that I sleep a lot and half asleep happens quite a bit too.

Fosterpops assessement is that all my problems are now known and there are management and training solutions for them. I have a proven track record of them working and I have progressed slowly but surely every month. He believes, I truly am a good boy, waiting for the right owner to provide the right things to fulfill this potential. Is that you? I'm ready and waiting to hear from you.

Date with Dixie

Dixie is a gal I met way back when I first got into fostercare. I used to play well with her just like I did with Humphries. Today I went to reacquaint myself with her. Fosterpops decided to have anice long walk before so we walked forty blocks on the east side of Central park where there were a gazillion dogs. OK maybe I exaggerate a little bit, but there were a lot- notably a hopping black dog with three legs, and three yapping chiuhuahua's - two of my pet peeves weird gaits and noisemakers.

When I saw Dixie, I recocognized her immediately and we met without issue and walked a little and then went up to her apartment and played really nicely. Boy, she's got some moves, we had a blast and fosterpops feels good that I am now increasing the number of dogs that I am interacting with. Did I mention that I have also struck up an acquaintance with the neighbour dog Alex? Yes I can sit comfortably now a few feet away from her without any fuss. She is the first 'strange' dog that I've done this with. Things are moving along here.

It's Cold Outside

I mean bitter cold. I have to wear my coat and also get a smear of Musher's Wax on my paws to help with the snow, slush and salt that gets in my paws. Fosterpops forgot to put some on the other day and I stopped, held up the icy paw and yelled my head off. Despite this, I still love to go for walks, even when it's snowing although our walks are cut in half now especially when the wind is really icy. Inside I've discovered all the warm spots near the old radiators that hiss and sputter and that's where I go to work on my bones. The other day I walked past a dog on the same side of the street as I was, which is sort of a first. Maybe it was the cold and I barely noticed him (he was sitting down and pretty quiet) and then I did and I complained a tiny bit and took the treat a little hard but it was all over in a minute and I was back walking and I got the jackpot treats.

Nice Doggies?

It's been a while so let me catch up- first of all- it's been snowing in NYC. Don't love it. Sometimes it gets all caught up in my paws and I start hopping until fosterpop notices and sorts it out. Secondly- see that contraption on my face- its called a Snoot Loop. Don't love it. However- I have got quite used to it after many weeks of desensitization- the payoff is- we get to walk in Central Park. That's where we are in the video - somewhere in central park, where there's a lot of snow, I have my snoot loop on and I'm looking at a couple of dogs hanging out a short distance away.

There are a lot of dogs in Central Park and sometimes- they're like -right there, not disappearing behind a parked car. Sometimes one after the other. Sometimes we walk alongside one a distance away or follow one. Don't love it. Sometimes we stop just to watch them and fosterpops does his whole 'aren't they nice doggies?' thing, which I'm not really buying, just yet. But I'm not losing my cool either about it- just a little whimpering and I'm even starting to look at fosterpops (very occasionally) when I see a dog which gets a big YESS!and the jackpot treats. I do love going to the park- when the sherpa comes out- I hop right in but those 'nice doggies', not so much.