Hi! My name is Rex. I am 9 years young. Let me tell you about myself. I was surrendered to RAGOM because my owner was gone 12 or more hours a day. That is no life for any pupper.

My trip started in Minnesota and ended in Iowa via three sets of very wonderful humans. I got to my foster home and met the four resident dogs with no problem. I even met some smaller four-legged animals (cats) that us puppers are not supposed to get along with but I had no problems with them.

I was only here a day and a half and then I went to see the good doctor. He did a huge check-over of me and told my foster mom and foster dad that I had some things that needed to be taken care of. One was my nails needed to be cut so I could walk better, my right ear had a very bad yeast infection, and I had some very badly infected teeth.

Well, two days later I was whisked back to the good doctor’s office to spend the night and first thing the next morning my manhood was taken away (what's with that?). I had six very infected teeth removed and they again cleaned out my infected ear. All the people at the good doctors were really nice and I really liked them. I was sent home with some ear meds and it is really good now.

I went home the afternoon that I had all of these things done. I sure was a little loopy that night and the next day. I also had this weird soft thing on my head for some reason. Foster Mom just kept telling me that I had to wear it and that it would not be long before she could take it off. For two weeks I got to eat canned dog food with very softened kibble in it. I really liked that.

When I got that thing off of my head, you would not know that I was the same pupper that had arrived at my foster home. I was a different boy. I had lots of energy and really played with resident boy Bubba. I love playing with him. He is the same age as me, and you would never know we are both 9 if you saw us. I felt so much better after I had those things fixed that were bothering me.

I have had a couple of baths since I arrived and I did a good job of letting Foster Dad bathe me. I walk pretty well on a leash, but I do wander from side to side just checking everything out. I come to my name, I have learned “no,” “ack” (which also means “no”), but I had no idea what “sit” was. But I'm here to tell you that with much work, I now know what that means.

Foster mom and dad are pretty proud of me and I have to tell you that I am proud of me, too. (He he) Also I have learned to "sit and wait" before I dive into my food. (This is where I learned "no" and "ack.") Who said you can't teach an old dog new tricks? I will also give you my paw if you ask me to shake.

I am told all of the time that I am just the bestest and sweetest boy. I really am a sweetheart if I do say so myself. I follow foster mom everywhere. She is never out of my sight. She thinks it is because I know that she helped me feel so much better.

If you want all of the lovin' you can stand, then I am the pupper for you and would really like to meet you and show you that I am just the sweetest.