Hawkeye gets the girl...and a new home!

Well, here it is, I got a new home. These nice people came over and brought a beautiful young girl named Peanut. Peanut is young and has a lot of spunk. As you might guess, I love that!! I tried to play with her, but got told to stop. Something about me being too big to race in the house! Anyway, I am very happy with my new people and sister, too. I can't wait to race her around my new backyard. I also heard a little rumor that I am allowed on the couch at my new home. I think I'm gonna like this place! Hawkeye out!!

So who is Hawkeye today?

Good morning! So, my foster mom asked me to describe myself. I am pretty smart, so I thought I would do it in one word. I am a fun loving-stuffie playing-people cuddling-nonbarking-energetic-life is good-handsome dude!! How's that for one word? I just LOVE LIFE!! I can't be fenced in. There is too much to do and so little time. I love to play with stuffies. I really like the ones that make some noise and move on their own (see below), but I am non-discriminatory when it comes to stuffies. I will play with them all. I don't mind having cats in the house with me and I am okay with small dogs. HOWEVER, my foster mom says to think about it if you want me with a small dog because I am very energetic! I would love to be with another pet of the canine persuasion. Again, I am non-discriminatory when it comes to breed. I really do not like the crate but I do like walks. I don't get into stuff when I am left out anyway. I do love to eat! Oh, and have I mentioned that I got my teeth cleaned just the other day. As if I wasn't handsome enough, you should see my smile now!! Okay, so I am a little confident, too. Basically, my foster mom says I have no issues and I am a super dog and I just need someone who likes a dog with loads of personality and lots of love to cuddle with. If I were to sum up my motto in life, it is "Life is Good". Have a good day everyone! I am going to catch a nap, then go have some more fun!!!

Primping and preening

I had one final test...I went to the vet's office with Bettis. There were all kinds of little dogs and lots of people telling me how handsome I am! Of course I know this, but I played humble and just laid my head on their shoulder and allowed them all to pet me. I did not growl or bark. Maybe I let out a whine or two to remind people I was there and needed petted, but nothing more than that. Even the vet said I was a fine specimen. He weighed me and I was almost 89 lbs!! I guess the games have still not stopped because my foster mom got out a tool and kept touching my toes with it. It kind of tickled, so I would pull my toes back. She did tell me to quit trying to sniff this tool when it was running. She said it would make my toenails pretty. I wasn't too sure about it, but when I realized it just made my toes tickled, I let her trim my nails. They feel much better now! I do have to say that all of these tests and primping and preening have me a little bit sleepy. I'm going to take a nap so I can bounce a bit more in the morning! Rumor has it I am going to meet some new friends on Saturday!!

Bootcamp fun and games!

What more can I say? Bootcamp is not all bad and can have some fun and games, too! By the way, I only have a muzzle on because I was just being introduced to the smaller, furry dog that was in the video, too. I had my muzzle off later in the evening and did just fine!!

Letter from Doggie Bootcamp...Please send help!

Dear anyone who will help me,

My name was Red Hawk until I got sent to Doggie Bootcamp. They have since started calling me Hawkeye. How much more military can you get? I've seen MASH! Let me tell you how I ended up here. I was in a home and they sent me back to the kennel and said that I would growl at people when I was laying on my bed sleeping. That is when I got sent to doggie bootcamp. There are a couple of former Marines here playing drill instructor on me. I think you can see how pitiful I look in this picture. Anyway, this is what they have been doing to me...First, every time I fall asleep, they step on my bed and wake me up, they sneak up on me and tap me with their foot, they poke at me and pick on me like it was cool. They even stick their hands in my food bowl when I am eating!!! To my credit, my foster mom (aka "Drill instructor" or DI) says I have passed that test with flying colors and never once growled. Maybe I will get out of this place, yet!! So, the DI pulled the ultimate in tests on me the other day. She left the crate up from the last dog to see if I liked having somewhere to chill out. I will go in there sometimes and lay down. Well, the DI came home from the grocery store and gave Bettis (who must be really bad because he has been at Doggie bootcamp for over 5 years, he says!) and I a Dentabone. I took mine to the crate to chew on. You will not believe what she did next!! She came over and took the bone away from me. I gave her a pitiful look and I think she felt bad because she gave it back. Just to be safe, I turned around and faced the back of the cage with my bone. No one would mess with me there--RIGHT!! The DI got in the crate and took my bone. I held on for dear life, but she took my snout and took it right out of my mouth!!! Don't worry, I realized there was nothing I could do, so I let her have the bone and gave her the saddest look ever. Apparently my good looks work like a charm, because she felt bad again and gave it back!! I have to note here, I DID NOT GROWL OR SNAP!!! In fact, I have only growled a couple times here. One time, I was playing with a toy and collapsed on my bed with the toy in my paws, completely exhausted. A smaller dog (55lb Belgian Malinois) tried to take it out of my paws while I was sleeping and I growled at him. The second time I was playing with a toy and the smaller dog tried to take it from me and I growled at him then, too. My DI said that was understandable because I was just letting the other dog know I was boss over my toys that I was playing with. I did let him play with the other toys I wasn't playing with. So, what help do I need? My DI says that she would feel comfortable letting me go to a home now. I need out of doggie bootcamp...They have given me my walking papers, but only if someone comes to take me home! I do have to say they are not picking on me as much now that I have passed my tests, but it would still be nice to call somewhere home. Look into my pitiful eyes and tell me you can resist my charm...Go ahead, I dare you!! I'll write "home" more because I know my "home" is out there reading my letters. They just don't know they are my "home" yet!

Love,

Hawkeye