Zeke
Adopted
Zeke has been adopted!
Zeke:
My name is Zeke. I know I don’t look like it, but I really am only ten months old. A month ago, the person I knew my whole life (since I left my Momma dog), left me at the shelter. I was so scared, I snapped at a lot of people so they called me aggressive and put me in with the loud dogs. They didn’t know I talk and show my teeth. This lady came and looked at me with her son, but I couldn’t let her see how scared I was. She rubbed me all over and it felt so good, I let my guard down. She held my head and made me look her in the eyes and told me it was time to get me home. She left, but I could still see her and I barked and whined and pleaded. Please, I’ll be good! Don’t leave me! It seemed like forever, but soon I was taken away from the loud dogs, and there she was again. She put me in her car and started to drive. I was so happy to leave that place.
My new Mom took me to her home, where I met my friend Mischief. She is short and bossy. But she lets me play with her. Then I met Stryker. He is a cat. I never saw a cat before. He gets to climb on the table, but I was told not to get up there. Sometimes when Mischief won’t play with me, I try to get him to run. He doesn’t. He is boring.
My Mom says I need to learn to control my body. Flinging myself everywhere with wild abandon apparently is frowned upon when you are in a house. Cuddling is kind of nice though. I never sit still very long. I can’t help it, I want to play. And I get bored. Mischief keeps all the toys, but I do have some in my crate. Most the time I am left in the bedroom whenever the people are gone. Sometimes I stay in my crate, since I have to learn to be calm. But I love to play, and follow people to see what they are doing. One day short people came to play! They were lots of fun.
Mom says I need to make a wish list for my fur ever home. So here goes. I want someone who I can play with, sleep with and cuddle. Loud noises don’t bother me (Mom says she will watch me during the Fireworks). I don’t mind getting a bath and try to sit still for that. I will need to be brushed since I have a long haired coat, and my hair tries to get tangled a lot. I don’t mind other people coming over, but please tell them to give me a little space at first. I know I look like a dog, but I still get scared and need someone to remember I’m still a puppy. I have long legs and like to run, but Mom says my “surrender file” says I would chase cars. I am mindful of Mischief, since she is older. Like I said she is bossy. Maybe a friend that isn’t as bossy as her would be alright. I think the cat is very cool. And the short people were lots of fun. They throw tennis balls. I love chasing those.
I know how to sit for my dinner, shake your paw, lay down and stay. Roll over is fun! I think I’m pretty good at it, but Mom shakes her head and says to do slower. I still have a lot to learn. I will chase a stick, ball, frisbee, but I’m not quite understanding why you want it back since you threw it away. I will be your best friend, follow you if you let me and grin at you when you are home. I have the yellowest amber eyes and softest fur and ears. I will try my best to be a good boy. And yes, I am house trained, I don’t mark and I am crate trained too. I like to give hugs, but Mom makes me keep my paws on the ground. She says I might knock the short people over and that is not good. I hope you are looking for a good boy! I know I can be one and maybe you can be my new people.