Gerrie found me in the Oregonian ads this morning. I was being held to go to a woman undergoing breast cancer treatment, and she decided she could not care for me. So Gerrie and Mr C drove out to Battle Ground, WA this morning and brought me home with them. I barfed in the back seat of the car, but it didn’t seem to be a big problem.
My mom is a golden first generation Labradoodle and my dad is a standard black poodle. I was the runt of the litter and so I am somewhat timid and very respectful.
My big sister Maggie is very aloof and tries to eat my food so I eat hers. No problem for me.
Gerrie has taken me for two walks and I have gotten lots of attention from the neighbors. When she stops to talk, I just chill and wait for her to move on. She bought me some toys and a new collar and leash. I think I am going to like it here.
When I get my haircut, you will be able to see my eyes and I will have a curly coat. It is time for me to settle into my new crate next to the weird old Jack Russell. I sure hope she doesn’t snore. I am worn out from all this activity.