Hey everyone! I hope you all had a happy Turkey day. It's time for us to share our Adoption Stories!
I am canine candidate Sergeant (aka Sarge) and this is my report (aka Adoption Story).
Current Residence: In a rural area of northwestern Pennsylvania in the wilderness. One story, wood house with outdoor, raised observation deck and secured perimeter.
Description: Mother of mixed racial background. Father unknown, but certainly German Shepherd, the best of all police dogs. I have Shepherd features, but a smaller size, and a yellow Labrador coat. I have the Shepherd loyalty and fierce nature, and the Labrador smarts, affection and humor. I am in peak physical condition.
Distinguishing Characteristics: Broken tail from an accident in my youth. Tongue spotted pink and black.
History: Born in March, 2006 to a single mother in a public housing facility. My family had nothing. Adopted May, 2006 by my Alpha and Beta Handlers, having been picked from a wide field of other candidates, then moved to current address.
Summary: I was lucky to be adopted by my handlers. I am deeply bonded to them. The Alpha Handler is now “Dad” and the Beta is “Mom”. How lucky that Dad was a cop! I have learned from him. This along with my Shepherd heritage and brains make me a strong candidate for patrol duty. When I was adopted, Dad and Mom were crying for a former companion K9 and I was crying for escape from my home conditions. I helped them feel better and they helped me feel better. We bonded.
I continue to learn from Dad and television about my work. I will rise above my humble birth and be a real Sergeant. Conditioning is a priority. I run laps and do my own agility programs. I train daily. Local wildlife provides stalking, sprinting, and attacking practice. By protecting my handlers and my territory from trespassers and thieves, I keep my wits and skills sharp. My teeth are sharp too! BOL
With other humans and animals I remain guarded. I'm happy to see Mamaw and Papaw Pantslegs (Frankie's Mom & Dad), but I don't share well with anyone except my bestest girl Zona. I can be kind, but I am naturally suspicious. Crime and danger are everywhere and I must be ready. I am smaller than most K9 units, so I use bluff and gruff to compensate. I love a challenge. I am quick to judge and dominate. I project an air of confidence and authority.
I also have love for Mom and Dad. I have a good sense of humor. They give to me and I give back to them. Mom and I enjoy our humor. I bring training tools to Mom and Dad mostly when it is funny. I stretch and lay about to make them laugh. I leap in the air and twist during agility training both to work and to amuse. To sharpen my senses, I once smelled and licked Dad’s pillow to imprint on his scent. This amused Mom and agitated Dad. I don’t understand why, but I now use this to strengthen my stalking skills. I sneak around dad and watch for opportunities to raid his pillow. This has become great exercise and fun. Sometimes I am a rascal so that Mom and Dad are challenged too.
Summary: I am sure footed, quick minded and intensely waiting. Someday I will be officially sworn to duty. Until then I will continue to train, protect, amuse, and wait.
*********************************************************************************
Frankie had this great idea about everyone in doggie bloggie land making a list of what we want to give our moms and dads for Christmas this year. Great one, Frankie! Here’s my list.
For Dad:
1 new pair of sneakers. I just know that if he has more outdoorsy shoes, he will get to take me for more walkies and he can throw my beloved stick around my yard even more. He’d be sooooo happy.
87 new pillow cases. Since I know that he really, really loves it when I sneak in and lick this pillow until it’s soggy, he would be very glad to have more pillow case thingies. This way he can put a new, clean one on every day so that he gets fresh Sarge drool each day before he puts his head on the pillow.
For Mom:
87 manicures. Mom would be most happy to have better fingernails when she scritches my chin for me. I think she misses not being able to scritch my ears, chest, neck and especially chin for hours on end because her nails must get tired or something. That’s the only possible reason for the shortness and general lack of scritch time. I can fix this for her so she will be happy.
1 new couch. I know that Mom would like to have Santa bring her a new couch this year so that she will get to see me be comfy and happy all curled up on it.
*********************************************************************************
Pee S: If you don't hear from Cousin Frankie much for a few days, it's because I'm here hoggin his puter all up. He's busy having Thanksdeermas fun, but he's thinking of all of you and will be in touch as soon as he can.
