What we have here is a failure to communicate. I blame it on Foster Mom. She blames it on that 'work and life imbalance' stuff. Either way, we are both very sorry for staying away so long. Please consider this sweety face shot as payment.
Lots happening around the foster home. I had a birthday and am officially a big boy. I have spent these last two years perfecting my stuffy savagery (on point, by the way) only to discover that it was all for naught. Balls. Balls are where it's at. Ever seen a pup entertain his self with a tennis ball in like 100 square feet of space for more than 20 minutes? Look no further. And look at that happy face. Do you have balls at your house? I'm coming over...
I also need to share that I am crushing retirement. I own the stairs. Wood floors? Piece of cake. I'm great on the leash, and I have gotten so good at 'Jack-Jack, no' and 'kennel up!' for treats and eats. I'm a good boy who just wants to learn everything. Promises!
And I don't mean to sound full of myself, but Foster Mom says my snuggles save her sanity. I think that's good...I just hope I'm not the reason her sanity needs saving (it's not!). I love to cuddle with anyone, any time, anywhere. Butt scratches, neck scratches, hugs and kisses, it's impossible to pick a favorite. I'll do best in a home where these are in steady supply, if you please, and thank you. Foster Dad knows where it's at with the scratches.
Want to know if we're right for each other? If you've made it this far, I think we are 😉 Just make sure you have tennis balls, comfy beds, cookies, and a burning desire to be my best friend. I'll take care of the rest.
One more, from my glamour shot session this afternoon. Eat your heart out.
Laters!
❤ Jack-Jack