I am retired Bronx street
at my photos from when I came here earlier this year.
That is when I ended
up at the city shelter. I was scared, and in defensive mode,
and anyway, who would adopt a tough old bird like me . Not even the
rescues wanted me, so I was destined to depart this world and only
on my scheduled last day did I make it out of the shelter ALIVE.
Since coming to this here
terrier boot camp I have been much more relaxed, I even rolled
onto my back for a belly rub while at the vet to be spayed! I
can be quite charming!
It is ok here, but I would
really much rather live in a quieter home. I get easily infected by
terrier squabble and barking, it can drive me nuts. When I am in a
quiet place though I change to an affectionate, calm, funny dog with
just a touch of terrier feistiness. The terrier lover's dog.
I am around 7 years old,
maybe 8, judging from my eyes that are no longer as bright as they
used to be when I was young. I am healthy, gained some weight, have
no trouble with my joints or any of that wear and tear that over
weight pampered dogs often suffer from at my age. So maybe there is
hope for a life as a terrier's lovers dog! Taking walks,
looking out of the window, sitting on the deck, getting lots of
belly rubs, learning endearing tricks!
If I were only a year or two
old, I think I might be "theatrical material" - like
two of the terriers who went through this terrier boot camp and now
belong to Paul
Goldie: Cooper (who was Bronx stray like me) and
who came from South Carolina.
I am waiting patiently.