Here I am going up the steps on the front deck here at my foster home, and then back down. My foster mom is pretty terrific in many ways, but she is not so good when it comes to getting a video clip of me on the steps from her phone to this blog. So, you will have to trust me that I zipped right up, walked across the deck, and zipped right back down on the other side. I can handle these steps very easily! But I would be a little concerned about a long flight of steps.
There have been some questions about my age! That seems a little personal, but I can understand why those who are interested in adopting me would wonder how old I am. The paperwork from the Texas shelter says around 12 years old. That guess was made when I was in very, very rough shape and in poor health. I get many comments from those that know me now that I could not be 12 because I don't act like a 12 year old dog. I don't know what a 12 year old dog acts like, but I can share that I have a spring in my step and a song in my heart.
That is the thing about adopting a rescue dog. Our pasts are almost always a mystery, and there are things that just won't ever be known. What I do know is life is so much better now for me than it has ever been, and I am excited about my future.
Another update: Right now I am being treated for a mild ear infection, and my foster mom has noticed I seem to be hearing a bit better! How about that? I am not hearing everything but am hearing a few more things than I was.
But I am a happy boy no matter what.
And that is it for today. Check in again soon for another blog post. I will keep blogging til I head on to my forever home.