Kay's Copper of the Plushy Bed Isles, Professional Leash Walker, Counter Surfer of the First Men, Baldest of Butts, King of the Couch, First of His Name
But like I said... Copper is fine... I guess.
That "Professional Leash Walker" thing, though - that actually wasn't a joke. Foster Mom says I ROCK at walking on a leash. I'm calm and walk with lots of slack most of the time! I know for some "lesser" dogs it seems like a big thing to accomplish, but I am NO. LESSER. DOG. I am fancy and shiny and regal and sophisticated.
My first few days in retirement have been pretty chill. I'm learning boundaries and the big "no-no's" of the house. You know what a couple of big "no-no's" are? 1) Doing my biz in the house and 2) Surfing on the counter. Don't these people know I was a World Champ Surfer in a former life? Let me live. I mean, seriously, I've never been inside a home before. How am I supposed to know?
Anyways, no need to worry though. Foster Mom and Foster Dad are making sure I know what's what before I go on to my forever home. (*whispers* You shoulda seen the look on their faces when they came into the kitchen with me at eye level. LOL) Nevertheless, I pinky pawmise to work on that.
(That colorful thing around my waist is a bellyband because apparently I have to earn trust not to do my business in the house before I can go without it. Geesh...)
Just me and my bald rear end supervising the playing of the iPad by the human kiddo. #baldisbeautiful
Well, I reckon that's all for now. I can't take all the spotlight as some of my other fast friends need to gloat tell you about themselves. Until next time! ~Coppaaaaaah