You should know that I’m big. And strong. My foster person calls me her Big Dude.
I like squirrels a lot (My person says that I like them too much, but I don’t think that’s possible).
I also like soft dogs beds and ear scratches and belly rubs and butt scratches.
But I really, really don’t like having my toenails cut. I don’t care what my foster people say, Pupperoni does not make up for the terror of the shiny clippy-thingy.
But I really like people. All people. Even little people who poke me or get in my face or hug my neck.
I like stuffies, especially squeaky ones, and sometimes, I like to show my people how happy I am and how much I like them by giving them a love nip. They make the funniest sounds when I do that!
The thing I like the most about retirement is the car rides. I’ll push my people aside so I can charge into the garage, run in circles and leap at the car. When they open the door, I leap in. Then I hang my head out the window so I can see all the sights and smell all the smells. When I get tired of that, I’ll look out the front windshield over my people’s shoulders to make sure they don’t get lost.
Finally, my person wanted me to tell you that I am well mannered and never have an accident in the house. Whatever that means.