People are always coming over to meet me. I'm like some doggie diplomat. Sometimes I'm really excited and run in circles, but I think that makes them dizzy, and then they leave. Sometimes I'm relaxed, and I walk over and examine them. The big question in my mind is... do they have food? If they do, I really like them. My foster mom shows them how I can do tricks. I sit, lay down, and stay. She is always amazed at how quickly I learn things.
You'd think with me being so shockingly smart, beautiful, fearless, loyal, funny, and even the FASTEST dog in the world (not fat but FAST) someone would want me. But, as my foster mother tells me... "Clover, you are a special dog and you will need a special home."
Sometimes people come over to meet me and they think I'm too energetic, or they don't want me because I won't stop to let them hug me, or they are worried that I might be something called "destructive." I'm not sure what that means, but I think it has to do with me being too helpful. My foster mom assures them that I am a puppy and I will very likely lose some of this high energy as I get older.
She once asked the vet about this and he told her that 90% of dogs like me outgrow this by age two.
"But," she asked, "What if Clover is in that 10%?"
The vet replied, "Well, then there's always valium."
I'm not sure what that is, but if it tastes good I want it. My foster mother doesn't think it would be healthy for me, and she only thinks I should have healthy things (like that gold rubber toy she left me the other night...it must be here somewhere...), so she won't get it. That's okay, I like my kibble, and anything else that drops to the floor.
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Clover, my name is Astra and I am a Swedish Vallhund. Like you, I am a herding dog. I am six and I am just as energetic as ever. But I am not destructive any more. I just want to herd everything that moves or that I think should move and I love a parade, I mean ball. Or frisbee. Or bumper. Heck, I love a parade too. When I first came to live with my person I think I frustrated her a little. But she hung in there and now I almost have her trained. For one thing, she can finally throw a ball. A frisbee... well, we have time. You can never tell what life will offer you, but there is someone out there who would love you for your joie de vivre. Hang in there.
Your friend,
Astra
Hi Astra!
Thank you for reading and writing. You sound like my kind of buddy! :)
I can totally relate to you. The other day we were at the park early in the morning (my foster mom often takes us there to let us run off energy because her yard is too small).
Some guy arrived, and started running with his big yellow dog. My foster mom tried to catch us before we saw them, but too late... we were off!!! She was able to catch Jazzy, but I'm too fast (yes, I am the fastest dog in the world).
Anyhow, I thought these guys needed direction, and I knew I NEEDED to show them where to go. So I did my job. A few moments later my foster mom grabbed me by my harness and put on the leash, and I kept hearing the words repeated, "I'm so sorry about that."
I don't understand why she was sorry. It doesn't make sense to me. They were the ones who should have been following my directions...
Hi Clover! My name is Sammy, and I'm a sheltie like you!
My mommy is trying to find me a sister, and she thinks you might be perfect. Like you, I am super fast, and never seem to run out of energy.
My daddy filled out an application with the adoption agency a week or two ago, but we still haven't heard back from them yet. Here's hoping! You can see a picture of me here:
http://www.snowball-in-hell.com/
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And you can see just how fast I am here:
http://www.snowball-in-hell.com/
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(Tell your foster mommy to fast forward to about 1:25 to see how fast I am)
Hope I can meet you soon! My daddy's name is Tim Falk, in case your foster mommy needs to find his application =)
Hi Sammy,
You sound like a fun dog! I'll tell my foster mom to look into this. Thanks for considering me for your sister. I hope I get to meet you soon. :)
Take care!
Love,
Clover
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