Its hard to describe what my days and nights have been like since I came to Phyllis to be fostered until someone wants to adopt me, which could be a long time!
First the good things, which are, in no particular order: I have come to like Phyllis most of the time. I am well fed here and have lots of freedom to roam around the house even though I am not housebroken. I know this sounds strange coming from a dog, but humans must understand that even though we can't speak your language, we pretty much know what you are saying all the time. We pick up language from humans very easily whether its verbal language, or body language. Unfortunately, people are not qjuite as up to snuff in that department and onlly know certain commands, or requests from us. So when I talk kabout housebroken, leashes, food, it's because I understand English although I can't speak it.
So, to continue. I am well fed, have nice places to sleep, like Phyllis, love to get affection from her if something else doesn't scare me and if I jump up on the couch, which I started two days ago, Phyllis gets so excited it sometimes scares me. I have had several run ins with Elvis and Cookie, Phyllis's own dogs. It's because I can't see them and sometimes wake them up by walking into their beds. When that happens I just run and hide under the bed for an hour or so and then I come out and try again. I have to go because I am running out of room on this page. .................Be right back
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