Showing posts with label adoption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adoption. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

henry's secret wish list, item #2

In keeping with this week's theme, we've thought long and hard about what Henry's ideal wish list would look like. Does he want a home in the suburbs with a yard? A town house on the beach? A country estate with acreage as far as the eye can see? 

In true Henry form, all of the above share one discerning factor. The second item on Henry's wish list is:

#2 -  A home with fresh air. Some place where I can stick this giant head out the window and sniff the morning sun. With a coat like mine, a cool breeze is always nice. At my foster house, I'm usually the first dog out the door and the last to come in. Sometimes, I just like to lounge in the cool, fresh air. You know those days where the air is cool, but the sun is warm? Those are my favorite. 

yes, I rock the fuzzy ear muffs.
face scratch in the sunshine. perfect.
Based on the last 5 weeks with Henry, we can 100% say this boy will be happy wherever he lands. Whether it be fresh air on a walk, time spent laying in the yard, or a large estate where he can roam, Henry won't be far from your side. He's content to nap outside in the sun, soak up the fresh air on a walk, or lay quietly on the floor soaking up a patch of sunlight after his bath.


Oh! & a face scratch to go with that fresh air!

Monday, January 16, 2012

henry's secret wish list, item #1

Although he was with us over the holidays, Henry didn't fill out a letter to Santa. He was much too busy checking out the kids' new beds, exchanging kisses with ms. kylie over the crate, and herding all his foster siblings, human and canine, toward foster mom + dad for some group hugs.

If he had found the time, as busy dogs tend to forget to do, his wish list would have talked about his ideal family. This week, we'll feature Henry's Wish List.

1. A sibling. Human or canine. If human, preferably one who will rub my belly, tell me I'm a tough dog, and not make fun of my cat-like tail twitches.
See my foster sister with the balloon? & my foster brother's foot?

Yeah, I'm pretty fond of these guys.
If a canine sibling, one that is laid-back. I'm good with boys and girls! 

My little foster brother Pup. He was a rescue & just seems to 'get' me.
If they're not laid-back **ahem, foster sister Kylie, ahem** then just slowly let us get acquainted through some baby gates. We'll be playing kissy-face in no time.

She's just so pretty...
Here I am, with all my current canine foster siblings. I'm the only one not begging for a treat!

We tried for a group shot, but it was harder than it looks. From left to right: I look regal (as always). Kylie is very intent on foster dad's treat. Pup is sitting on JD (he's always sitting on someone). And JD is grumbling about being woken up from his nap. I try to grumble like him, but I just get laughed at.

With as much as I love my foster siblings - canine & human - if I end up as an only child, I'll think I'll be just fine with that. How else can we afford the latest trends in fuzzy ear warmers?

I mean, more toys for just me, right?
stay tuned for tomorrow: henry's wish list, item #2