Lets talk adoption

Foster mom says it's time to blob again, especially since it's chilly and overcast outside (which she knows is where I'd rather be). She said I need to let my fans know what kind of forever home would be best suited for me. Personally, I like it here, but my foster mom and dad have a lot of their own "kids," and aren't in a position to move to a place with a lot of land for us pitties to rampage for a couple years.

Anyway, back to me. We'll start with the basics. Since I love to play outside, I'll definitely need a place with a yard and a big, sturdy fence. A girl likes her privacy, so I prefer a 6ft privacy fence. But don't get it twisted, I need to live inside with the 2 legged people. No outdoor living for this lady. Also, since I'm kind of people shy, until I really get to know you, it's probably best that I have an adoptive family who really knows about my breed and has a lot of experience with dogs (shy and mistreated ones a plus), who can help me to trust again. I'm really just a big lover, but my bark is deep and if I'm uncomfortable, you might hear it.

At that vet place where I got my inner lady parts removed and all fixed up, I hung out with Dr. Cathy's daughter, and she was pretty cool. She knew how to give me my space, which I really appreciated. If all of the smaller 2 legged kind were like that, I'd probably be a fan of them too, but since I'm quite shy, it's better for me if any small 2 legged humans live in my adoptive home, that they're a little bit older. This way they can really understand my needs and when I'm scared at first, and not take it personally if I don't want to lick their faces right away. I promise that will come later (again, especially if they have treats).

Foster mom says I'm pretty easy going, though this is probably my first time living in a thing called a house. At first some of the sounds confused me, but I'm getting the hang of it. I even know to bark when the doorbell rings! Now, lets talk about this "crating" business. I have a crate, I know how to stay in the crate, and I will do so, but if I'm being honest, I don't prefer this. I know, my foster mom and dad sometimes have to go to things called work, school and to run errands (the last one was explained to me by bringing me home more TREATS!), but really I don't see why I can't just go too. ::sad face:: But if I must, I'll eventually stop protesting and go to sleep. These wonderful things called peanut butter Kongs (or really, I'd take the whole tub of peanut butter) keep me distracted from being away from foster mom and dad. Because really, my stupid ol' crate does keep me safe while they're gone, as well as my foster bro and sisters, my kitty friends and foster mom and dad's house.

I'm really good at pottying outside in my yard. Sometimes, if I'm in that dang crate for too long, I can't hold it and might have an accident. You'll have to forgive me, having all those puppies stomp around on my bladder for so long probably didn't help me to have a bladder of steel. I'm still trying to get the hang of telepathy with my foster folks to let them know I might have to go out to go potty if they haven't let me out in awhile. Usually they realize after I have an occasional accident that my sniffing around the floor was me trying to tell them!

So, lets review. My list of demands includes a yard with a big 'ol fence to keep me safe, understanding humans who will work with me on my shyness and let me love them forever (and if kids are included in that package, older ones who really "get me"), a crate for when my humans can't be snuggling with me, a KONG to go in that crate, peanut butter x infinity for that Kong, and lots of looooooooove. Because like I said, I really am such a snugglebutt.