henry's secret wish list, item #3

Happy midweek! We have a million pictures of snuggly Henry, sleepy Henry, happy Henry bouncing around first thing in the morning, but our absolute favorite thing is playful Henry. His grin from ear to ear, the way he holds his head when carrying his favorite toy, and his cat-like tail twitch make us melt. So on this 3rd day of Henry's wish list week, he has a very special request.

#3. I would like a home with toys. I LOVE toys. It may take me a minute to warm up to you, or to want to romp with you around the house. But a fun toy with a small squeaker, a nylabone to give a good chew, or a tennis ball to chew on like most people chew on gum will really make my day. I love soft chew toys, but more like to walk around my foster siblings with it in my mouth. I would rather show it off, then actually play with it. But once I get to know you, I like to dig right in!

toy time!

it's like bubble gum!

my only advice for you Pup? Run!!!

my soft toy, not yours

pick on someone your own size!

&& how do my foster siblings do with new toys around the house?

JD sulks if he doesn't like any of them.

we all chew them in the sunshine

kylie can't stop grinning!

&& unfortunately, pup usually wins when we play tug-of-war.

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!

it'll be our secret.

Happy New Year Henry! Since Henry was found tied to that post, he has been a well-loved dog. But without a family to call his own, a permanent place to rest his head, and some loving siblings - human or canine - he was getting grumpy. He needed some stability to soothe those old injuries, both on the inside and outside.

His first adoption event with us, he was the perfect gentleman. As we walked back to the car afterward, he continued to try to turn us around and head back to the pet supply shop. The people at the rescue - all the volunteers who loved on him, fed him, and brushed him - those were his people. 


With the break between adoption events, we set out to find the key to Henry's heart. We are not his forever people, but a pit stop on his road to his forever home. Doesn't stop us from treating him like one of our own - for these moments, he is.


No one can say, with a straight face, that dogs at our house aren't spoiled. Luckily, Henry fits right in at this house. He has a very regal air about him. With soft toys, flavored chews, and a new bed just for him, we hoped to find the key.

King Henry

We tried, in the past, not letting dogs on the couch ... that lasted but a few moments. We tried not letting dogs in our bed ... that HAS lasted, but they still sneak on during the day.

foster sister kylie, teaching Henry bad behavior

Still far from admitting failure, we tried to keep Henry on his bed instead of the couch. Perhaps his forever family doesn't want dog hair on the couch! After the holidays, with foster dad back at work and foster mom confined to the office upstairs for eight hours a day, Henry decided to find his own way to tell us the key to his heart.


I had my suspicions, so before heading upstairs I laid a fleece blanket over the ottoman. Just don't tell foster dad. Sure enough, on my lunch...

shhhhh, i'm sleeeeeppp ... zzzzzzzz....

The ever-adoptable, always charming, completely house broken Henry can be yours for the small price of a seat on the couch. Just make a little room for him & you'll find the rest of his personality shines through.