My name is Jonesy, but you may remember me as Denny.
That's what you used to call me. I was one of a very
large litter; there were twelve of us in all!
I'm
doing just great in my new home. I love playing in my new back yard. My Mom
and Dad are happy that I'm already potty trained. And I don't chew up anything
of theirs—I just chew my bones and my toys. I like to please them by minding
them as well as I can.
They have cats and I get
along great with them too. Every day for a few hours while my Mom is at work I
play with a puppy belonging to one of my Mom's friends. Her name is
Frankie and she's eight months old. On weekends my Mom and Dad
take me to the small-dog bark park. Big dogs still scare me a little bit.
All in all I believe I'm a very well behaved puppy. I'm
trying to be the best dog ever.
I love it when my Mom lets me have some peanut butter and
my favorite toy is a stuffed yellow duck. I don't bark much but I like to howl
and growl when I play. I guess to humans these are funny noises.
I just love to be scratched—all over—and when they hit my
"good spot," it makes my leg kick. They call it my "kick-start" and they laugh
at it.
I tend to be very timid when I first meet new dogs, but
very soon, in about twenty minutes, I get used to them and then I have lots of
fun playing with them.
It took me a while to learn to sleep on my new
doggy bed on the floor, but now I sleep there okay, although my favorite spot is
still right up on top of my Mom and Dad's pillows on their bed.
Thanks again, Pet Pro Life for finding me such a
wonderful family.
Your friend,
Jonesy
