Hi, Mac here. While foster mom is laid up today with some knee surgery complications, I figured I'd best do an update. I had a long talk with foster mom and told her while I think it's great she is up front about some of my less than shining traits, she needs to talk about how far I've come and how well I'm doing. So I am going to describe a normal, more or less, day for me.
I wake mom up with either kisses in her ear or on her face. Out to do my business and then breakfast. I sit and drool while mom gets the food ready for everyone. After breakfast we get a little play around time in the house, I check to make sure the cats have eaten all their moist food, and maybe give Coulter a little chase if he's enjoying some quiet time. I just hang out while mom gets ready for work. Then outside for some romping, stomping, snowbank nose diving and running around with my pink towel and shaking it up. Last week I spent the entire work week day in the kitchen with Reba. Mom put up 2 baby gates on one of the doorways, which equals 4' and I found I can't jump it....but Coulter can. The other door has one baby gate with a couple chairs across it and I respect it. They don't leave any food on the counters or anything they don't want dog tested. I have no accidents in the house....NOT ONE!! I have toys and bones to play with so am pretty happy to be able to lay on a rug and look out the sliders and watch the birds at the feeders and even a squirrel when he is brave enough to come around. I did have 2 little little "setbacks" in the chewing department though. Foster dad left a read newspaper on the table and I felt it would be helpful to shred it up for him to throw away since he was done with it. The other thing was after they were at work all day, they came home for a short time, to feed us and let us out to potty, then went out to eat. Well, foster dad left his travel mug on the counter....I chewed the rubber hand guard off and the tip off the lid. It's still useable. Other than that I've been very good.
Ok, I do have a couple things I like to do, that aren't damaging. Sometimes I like to go get a piece of mom's clothing from the bedroom and drag it out into the hall and just lay on it, or leave it there. Not sure if I just like the smell or want to show her I can do it :) Shoes and slippers find their way to the hall sometimes, too....but nothing chewed. If the waste baskets in the bathroom get too many good things (Kleenex, Q-tips) I sorta feel I should check it out. Other than that I've not been counter surfering. Mom even left a covered pan of brownies on the counter yesterday and I didn't touch them. This morning I was full of energy and was up with foster dad and I was chasing Coulter and did pull some old rope off the counter, but tell me, should they have old rope on the counter? I don't think so.
I haven't figured out how to let my people know when I have to go out to potty except by doing one of two things: I get really excited and antsy and kinda bug them til they ask me if I have to go out to go potty. The other one is when mom is on the computer and lost in her world, I will pull at her shirt sleeve til she asks me if I want to go out. Well, duh, don't you think she should know this by now? When I get to the door to go out into the garage, if I forget to sit, Mom reminds me. I sit and wait til she goes out the door and tells me "Ok". I get hooked up and out I go. When it's time to come in I may run for the door, but when mom goes "uhuh" I get down and sit and wait. Of course soon as I get in the door I take a hard right and sit and look at the counter in the laundry room. Why? Cuz that's where the treats are. We usually only get them at bedtime, but I feel it doesn't hurt to sit and stare....ya never know when you might get lucky.
I love my rawhide chew bones and sticks. I did find out I can get a small size bone in my mouth and then steal Reba's. She is pretty laid back and doesn't get mad at me. Foster parents aren't as forgiving. They make me drop them and then they take one away and give it back to Reba. I also like hooves, but I'm watched with those as you can chip teeth. But I love the gnawing on 'em. Guess I get to start having real bones....they were out. I take my treats nicely and same with anything offered.
Bedtime is easy. We go out, get our treats and then mom says, "Let's go, bed time". I run up stairs and sit at the end of the bed until mom gets her side all situated, but when she lifts up that sheet to put her leg pillow in bed....that's it, I'm up, head on the pillow and ready for our special time. Every night foster mom rubs my nose, scritches my ears and tells me my forever family is out there and I just have to be patient. And I'm trying. I am good all night long, don't chew on any thing and don't make noise. I start out sleeping close to mom, move to the end of the bed and finally am on the floor...much cooler.
I am really good in the house and have full run of it when my people are home, except the living room area. That is what mom calls the "cats' safe place".....in other words if I'm feeling they need some exercise and give them a little chase, they have some place to go to. I don't even jump the low gate to get in there anymore. I just wait :)
I am content to hang out with my humans, cuddle up or just hang out and nap. I do miss having a young sibling to play with. I sure had fun at Tom's playing with Copper....I can just image how much fun and how tired we'd be in all this snow. I did go out and help foster dad "shovel" yesterday, chased and attacked the snow he sent flying and did my romping and running in the deep snow. Boy, I need a nap after those jobs.
I'm still afraid of the snow blower so stay away while dad uses that. I don't bark at him or it, unless I am in the house and can see him using the blower, then I bark. I'm not a big barker, so this is a big deal for me. I still don't like the vacuum and so I'm usually down in the basement when that comes out. Someone says most of the "floating debris" around here is a certain blonde dog's hair. Well, hello, can we say brushing the dog might be a good idea?
I'm much better about not being so mouthy. When I get mouthy or start trying to play with parents like I do with the dogs, they walk away and ignore me.....so guess I'm slowly realizing how I play with my 4 legged friends is not how I play with my humans. I am getting good about not jumping on people, but I have to say when mom or dad come home I am so excited to see them I do jump a little....is a little possible?
Gee, I'm running out of things to impress you with. I just want you to know that I'm a good boy; I don't chew furniture, etc., but still do a bit of counter surfering if there is some good smelling stuff there. Mom usually gives me a squirt with some vinegar water to remind me my nose and paws don't belong on the counter or table. I love other dogs and so enjoy playing and rough housing with them. Guess that's why mom and dad feel a family who is dog savvy, has a fur butt sibling for me to learn from and play with and a fenced yard to run and play and chase in is the most important thing for me....next to really wanting me and loving me and helping me to grow into the best boy I can be.
Also, I do like to go for rides in the car, van, etc. I get a little nervous sometimes when mom wants me to get in cuz I'm afraid she is going to take me somewhere and leave me there. Also, I know I was such a drama queen my first couple visits to the vet, but the last 2 times I've been there, I've been a perfect gentleman, no lunging, barking, snapping, etc. I just sat there and let Dr. Nancy exam me and do what she had to do. As long as foster mom is there to reassure me and the vet clinic people are slow with me, I'm good to go now.
Well, I sure hope someone out there who is looking for a special boy will consider me. I've come a long way and am ready for my forever home. I like it here ok but I'm with an old dog who can't really play, the fosters work and mom is recovering from knee surgery, so not any walks anytime soon. But that's ok, I'm being a good sport and doing my best to entertain myself outside on the tether. Also, I feel I'm ok around bigger kids. To be honest, when I meet kids I am not that excited, so if they come over to visit I'd greet them, let them pet me, but it wouldn't be a big deal to me. I am into my own kind that I can play and rough house with, if you know what I'm saying. I'd be ok with older, dog savvy kids hanging around while I was out playing. They might even be able to teach me to retrieve!
So, if you are an approved app, give us a call and if you haven't applied yet and am thinking I'm your boy, git 'er done.
Mom says hi. Hugs from Mac and the crew.









Mac is back!
Back on the couch with the Kong
Mmmmm, the old rope chew
I heard that!







Good bye doggie bed...
Tug time!
Look at that face.
Bedtime!!!!
The bed is for what?
Holding still for a second.
Mac, Reba and Comet