I was raised by a family that had too many dogs and had to give me up. I was adopted by my "forever family" when I was a little over a year old. I am now 4 3/4 years old (the little bits count in dog years!). I am graying around my muzzle already, but am not old. I can run like the wind!
I love to run! I have to run every day. If mom doesn't take me to the beach or to chase the tennis ball, I do laps in the back yard. It annoys my stepbrother, Pele, and he growls every time I run by him. Ha ha...I love to try to make him play with me, but he only likes to play tennis ball. He won't play tug o' war no matter how many times I drop toys on his head! Once in a while he will wrestle with me, but that's about it! We do like to chase each other on the beach and wrestle over tennis balls and sticks. (I like to take sticks from other dogs and tease them!)
It's late and dark and time for bed. I sleep on the couch - tried to sleep on the bed but mom tries to take over the bed so I moved to the couch and have it all to myself. Except when Patch is home, then he likes to share the couch with me.
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