I am already neutered, housetrained, purebred, up to date with shots, not good with kids, not good with dogs, and not good with cats.
Hi, my name is Bruce and my foster mom calls me ‘ole blue eyes. I think that was after some guy named Frank Sinatra who crooned old songs; she just doesn’t understand that I am more of a Beach Boys type. I am pretty laid back, like sleeping in the sun, taking lots of casual walks, riding in my “Little Deuce Coupe” , and hanging out in the backyard having barbecues. With my looks and behavior I give off “Good Vibrations”.
Did you know that when you go to the drive through at the bank and bat your eyes, they send a milk bone to you through some fancy machine? That is waaaay too cool. I love riding in the car!
My foster mom says that I am excellent in the house. I always tell her when I need to go outside. My manners are very good, I come when I am called, sit, shake my paw, give kisses, and am learning more about the word stay every day. My favorite thing is when my foster mom and I are working together; she gives me lots of praise when I do things the right way. Sometimes, I get treats, too. I am also very patient, especially when she is on the computer. I have to tell you, you two-leggers, spend a lot of time on that thing!
I am not a barker, but when my foster mom leaves me, I do bark at the door. It is only because I want to have “Fun, Fun, Fun”! To be honest I just think I am missing out on something! I am a very loving, alert, calm, smart, and quite a clever young man of six years. The other day my foster mom left something on the counter I had to check it out and I must confess, I ate the hamburger roll. Grannie Annie would label me a counter surfer, but I think I am an opportunist, as I would not do that when anyone was around.
On my walks I have met several nice people and kids. I do like everyone. My foster mom says I am very good on a leash and when she chats with the neighbors, I am told to sit and I do just that. I have met several other canines in the “hood” and greeted them all amicably, but to be honest I just want to be the top dog in a house.
Oh, the other day the landscapers came. No one told me they were coming so, when this big old truck and all of these people arrived, I felt I had to let my foster mom know. After she explained what was going on, I was okay and actually tried to help them. I rolled and rolled in the grass. She says I am quite the clown. See, I am true to the breed standard!
I am looking for a “furever” home. I have many attributes, besides, my good looks. My coat is dense and a dark grizzle gray and I am currently sporting my summer beachwear, my markings are spot on, and my health top notch. I have a healthy, loving, and zesty attitude for life.
So with that said, as the Beach Boys sing, “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” to have a handsome fella like me in your home???