Fred started out as a foster. He was from a puppy mill situation, and when we got him he weighed just over seven pounds (he weighs over thirteen pounds now). His paws were in terrible shape, he had lost about half of his teeth, and he was terrified of everything. People, other dogs, grass, the outside, leashes, big bowls, the couch, steps. Everything. The plan was to keep him for a little while, get him housebroken, get him used to people, and then send him off to live with other great people who would love him and take care of him.
Oh, the best laid plans of mice and men.
I fell head over heels in love with my little Ferddy. And he fell in love with me. He still loves me best, and that's okay with everyone. He is far from perfect, still isn't completely house trained (when we are gone for long periods he wears a weenie wrap), and continues to avoid the grass in the backyard. Since he is missing even more teeth, it takes him a long time to eat. Sometimes his lip gets caught on one of his teeth and he looks like he is impersonating Elvis. He has a bit of "shaggy mutt" about him. He doesn't really like other people.
When he wants to play, he jumps straight up several times. It is like watching a dog doing a Tigger impersonation. He doesn't play with toys unless Brett has the toy first. He needs steps to get on to the bed, and we (of course) provide them for him. He is usually the last dog trailing behind on a walk. He has to sniff everything on a walk, and then pee on it. He is so slow about it! If you can't find Fred, look under a stack of pillows. He's a burrow-er. He loves cuddling with his Miss Peep (me).
I love my little guy, and I'm very thankful for Fred and for the organization that saved him--Small Paws Rescue.
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