Dogwood here. My foster mom says I retired from racing as soon as I got started. She asked me if it was because I really don't like to be outside. That's not it at all. I just find so many other things to do inside.
Foster Mom has a plan to fix that. She pushed me by my bottom out the back door and then gave me a round ball. It was a birfday present. We all looked at it and even ran from it at first but then we got the hang of it. I actually like it and I think I'm pretty good. I could be the first doggy Beckham. What do you think? Check out this sports footage.
I think I'm ready for those endorsements now.