I am already spayed, housetrained, up to date with shots, good with kids, and good with dogs.
My name is Floyd but you can call me Pink (just kidding, of course) I’m a very handsome bichon boy of six, a ‘man-sized’ bichon who is a quiet, attentive and very affectionate guy with an amazingly gorgeous bichon coat that is pure white. My foster Mom says I feel like warm velvet, love to be brushed and simply want to love and be loved. (That’s what she says and she would definitely know!)
Dad says I’m a snuggler who likes to climb onto the sofa and drape myself over your lap - and cuddle for all I’m worth! I also like to sit by your feet – then tap your leg to get you to pick me up so we can cuddle some more. I get an A++ in cuddling.
You have probably noticed that I have these really cool sunglasses. They are called Doggles. I need to wear them outside because my eyes are very sensitive to the sun. With my Doggles on I can now enjoy being outdoors, while looking super cool and handsome, too! When I greet people on the street or at the dog park I get petted and hugged. I like that a lot. When people come to our home, I’m a bit more reserved, but still friendly. (Mom makes me take my Doggles off in the house cause she says that's good manners. I’d like to keep them on for ‘the look.’)
Before I became a FurKid I had a Dad who loved me a lot! I even had a name tag that said, "Dad and Floyd belong together" – and gave our address. My Dad was called a ‘veteran’ and he was a very brave and good man. One day, after we had been living together for a few years, Dad became ill. He could not do the things with me that we used to do. So I had to give up walking (except for short ones) and riding in the car. After about a year, Dad’s heart gave out. It happened before he expected and there was no family to take care of me. A friend of Dad’s promised to take care of me but, excuse the expression, he ‘flaked.’
That’s when my BFK Aunties came in, and I was reborn. (Well, not exactly but I sure found a great foster Mom and Dad and a doggy foster brother!) Now I get to go on walks (short ones, please) and rides once again! Lucky me! I’ve remembered to come when I’m called, know commands like ‘sit’ and ‘down’ and will roll over to get a belly rub every time. When Mom and Dad tell me it’s bedtime, I walk down the hall and head straight to my crate, where I sleep happily and quietly all night long.
While I’m good with other dogs at the park or on a walk (Mom says I’m cordial and kind), I’m ready to move on once we have exchanged ‘sniffs’. I’m also not the kind of guy that likes to play with toys much. Sometimes I do like to crawl under my dog bed and toss one around. Oh, and I like to move the cushions and pillows on the couch with my nose and making silly sounds. (That’s a pretty typical Bichon thing to do, don’t you agree?)
Mom and Dad agree that I’m a great companion, have a few quirks, and would love being the only dog once again. I don’t need a lot of activity (short walks every day would be great) just a lot of time to cuddle, give and receive love.
If that sounds like you, and you are more into snuggling than racing, like to watch TV or go for rides in the car, want an adoring buddy to be your bestest ever friend, please ask for me.
I’ll be listening for you.
Friendly and Fashionable Floyd