hollywood pink

No more 'Stinky Pinky'

My foster people say I'm something called "house-trained" now, which I guess is good since they don't plug their noses in the mornings when they see me or call me Stinky Pinky anymore.

I like to potty outside with my new dog friends in the spot where they showed me. We even get to do zoomies together after we're done. It's super cool.

Here I am with my new friend Honky Tonk.

Honky's ears are broke so he listens real close to Nice Mister with his eye instead. My ears work good. I love to hear the new people say "Good girl!" They say it all the time, so I listen real close so I can hear it again since it makes me feel good.

I smile, therefore I AM

"Settling In"

My stomach still felt bad today, so Nice Lady gave me some rice and canned pumpkin for breakfast. She said she hopes it helps me stop doing something called di-ar-rhe-a. She plugs her nose a lot when she cleans up after me, so diarrhea must not be good.

Nice Mister got really happy today and all I had to do was smile at him. Easy! He said this means that I'm doing something called "settling in," which must be good since it makes him smile, too.

I'm going to try my best to do some more of this since it's SO much fun and it seems to make everybody in Oak-land feel really good. "CHEESE!"

Where AM I?

Let's see....One minute I was in a cage in this scary place called a shelter, the next minute some smiling people were coo'ing to me and telling me I was going to someplace called Oak-land. Is that good? They were smiling, so it must be good.

I spent my first night in something called a dog crate in this place called Oak-land. I listened very carefully to try to figure out where I was. I heard other dogs walking around, and the nice people talking and every now and then, they would peek in and smile at me and tell me that I was "very cute." Hmm. I slept SO good my first night, but when I woke up, I had to poo on my new blanket because I didn't know what else to do! I barked to get OUT because it smelled really bad and I didn't want to be near it. YUK!
The Nice Lady showed up and laughed and told me not to worry about it. She said I'd learn something called a "schedule" and somehow this would help me know when to poop and where I could go besides my new blanket. I hope so.

She took me outside to show me what Oak-land looked like, then gave me food. I wasn't very hungry - my stomach felt funny from all the changes. Nice Lady brought out a small box and pointed it at me and told me she needed to show everyone what I looked like so they could find me a name.
I'm not too crazy about that small box. It hurts my eyes when it flashes a bright light at me so I tried to close them every time she pointed at me. Ugh. Please stop.

Nice Mister was so happy to see me when he woke up that he waved his hands at me and moved so fast. It scared me, so I tried to run away back to my dog crate. SCARY!
This made Mister pretty sad. I heard him say that I was something called "hand shy" and he got down on the ground and called me over and said 'Sorry' and told me he would try not to scare me again. I felt bad for running away from him, so gave him some kisses to make him feel better. I think we'll be good friends.