Dear Heartland,
It was love on the Internet. Mom saw me and said "I'm yours." My name was Joe but now it is Hailey . I know... Hailey sounds like a girl's name but mom picked the name before she picked me. I'm macho enough to live with it. I've attached my photos from the Heartland internet in case you forgot who I am. (They are the ones with the fence from your place in the background.)
I burst into my new house last August 27th by jumping over the couch and crashing into the coffee table. Nick knacks went flying so we don't have anything on the coffee table any more. I love the mud so we don't have a white rug anymore either. I've learned how to do lots of tricks for treats and you don't get a treat if you jump on the couch!
My mom saved me by jumping into the frigid water when I fell through thin ice my first day at the dog park. She dove right in, broke the ice and carried all 53 freezing wet pounds of me out of the ice chunks. She must love me to do that. I haven't wanted to swim since. I love to chase squirrels, rabbits, moles, moths, butterflies, birds and cicadas. I eat them when I can catch them. Mom tries to keep me away but then she just has to pick them up. It seems to me it would be less work for her if she just let me eat them.
I get restless if I'm not busy, so mom takes me to doggie day care, dog obedience school, and the dog park. I'm mom's aerobic exercise machine. By the time she has vacuumed my fur off the floor, squatted to clean my paws, washed the muddy floor, taken me for a walk and brushed me, she is as tired as I am. She's lost weight since I've been around and I haven't gained any so I got a gold star from the vet!
It sounds simple, but I have learned to walk; on a leash that is. I used to drag mom around behind me by pulling as hard as I could. Every time I pulled her she would go the other way so I figured it was best to stick with her. I'm still tempted by all the rabbits but I'm pretty good not to pull mom's arm off.
Mom throws squeaky toys and Kong toys for me in the backyard. Sometimes I bring them back to her and sometimes I don't. I figure she needs the exercise of fetching them for me. I make her laugh when I toss the toys around my neck. She says she doesn't know what she would do without me now. I don't know what I would do without her either. I love my mom.
Thanks for taking me in and finding me a new mom. I am finally resting so mom can send you pictures of me doing my favorite things: running in the park, playing in the back yard and playing with my toys. Oh yea, and I love the snow!
Love,
Hailey, the boy dog.