Hi there everyone! My name is Freckles, and I am super excited to be CBHR’s Foster Dog of the Week. Hopefully, my forever family is out there reading this right now, because I am ready to be adopted. I am about 5 years old, very healthy, playful, friendly, and sweet. I like other dogs and people, I’m housebroken, and I don’t get overly protective about my food or treats. My coat is mostly black and white, with some chocolate brown blended in at my head and bottom, and lots of freckles, especially on my belly. I am super smooth and silky, and I don’t shed much at all. My ears are a little short and my feet are a bit smaller than your average basset, but foster mom says I’m beautiful just the way I am.
So I’ll start with my story, but I’ll warn you, it’s a sad one. My former owner had to go far away for medical treatments, and didn’t know when she would be back. She brought me to the shelter hoping someone would meet me, fall in love, and take me home. I was very confused, and the shelter was a scary place. I tried to follow my former owner out again, and kept looking for her the rest of the day – I didn’t realize I was there to stay, and I was very sad. A nice shelter lady took me home with her that night, and CBHR picked me up the next day. It took me a couple days to adjust to my foster home, but once I realized I was safe again, I started to eat and play and blend in with their routine.
Life in my foster home is actually pretty good. Every morning, I go outside to potty and do a perimeter check – lots of bunnies and deer visit my foster home’s backyard. I’m always excited to sniff around and see who has visited during the night. I spend my day napping with my foster sister – she is kinda old, so I try to be polite and calm when foster mom and dad are at work. Once they come home and feed me, we play with my toys on and off the rest of the night. We also sit on the couch and watch TV. At night, I get to sleep on the bed with them – it’s our special alone time since my foster sister gets nervous up there.
There are a couple of things that scare me – gunshots and fireworks. My foster home is surrounded by woods, which I like to explore. However, sometimes people nearby shoot their guns, and it really scares me. I don’t go berserk, but I shake and whine a little, and I won’t eat until they are done. My foster parents put a blanket under the side table by the couch and in the closet so I have places to hide where I feel safe. Once I am satisfied that the shooting is done, I am back to my usual self.
Please say you’ll be my new family – I am a great, well-behaved little girl, and I promise to love you more than you can imagine!
April 14, 2014