I love me some Spike. He's got about 10lbs on me (foster mom says that a few of those he could give to me), but we play and wrestle like crazy. I can take him down too, I'm not scurred. He's actually pretty cuddly too, so I like to sleep next to him. Sometimes foster mom gets mad at me because in the morning I like to put my paws on his face so he'll wake up and play. Plus, she needs to feed me, hello!
My foster parents have this thing called a yard, and it's pretty neat. When I first came here, about 5 weeks ago, it was covered with all this white stuff and I really just wanted to run out, do my business and come back in. But now, it's green and warm and there are balls and other toys I can chase and chew on, other than Spike. It's pretty fun to be out there. I like to run really fast from one end to the other, with my butt tucked under my body. Foster mom laughs really loud at me and calls them "zoomies." I'm just feeling good, what does she know?
Here's some pics of me and my boy Spike.
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