My foster dad took some various pictures of me doing all the things I love. I love to sit on the deck and watch the neighbor's. I like to play with Cooper and love hiding under the bar stool. And I fairly certain something tasty is hiding under the sofa. Aren't I cute?
I was a good boy last night. I had to go potty in the middle of the night and I woke up my foster mom rather than have an accident. She was very proud of me.
I also like to sleep in really weird positions. Sometimes on my back, sometimes wrapped around a corner, sometimes my body is going in different directions. I'm kind of a goof.
Oh...and my foster dad figured out that he isn't the alpha. I jumped up on the bed while he was lying with Peaches. He told me to get down, but I totally ignored him...he's a softy. My foster-mom was told me off once and I bolted all the way to the living room. She has a very commanding voice.
