This week in the land of dog fostering I have Neptune, a chihuaha mixed with something. His name is a little bit lame, so we have taken him to calling him Rick James. Wes takes it even further adding one more word to his name that isn’t blog appropriate. I’ll let you guess what that is.
Anyway, Rick James came to us yesterday via Paws in the City. After a couple years of kickin’ it on the streets, he found his way into the foster program. He is a really cute little guy, weighing in at about 12 pounds. He seems to think he is a lot bigger than he is actually is though. He walks around like he owns the place. I’m not sure what he is mixed with, but it has to be some kind of dog with a really bushy fox like tail. He would be a perfect apartment dog. I haven’t heard him make a single noise, even after being wrongly accused of peeing on the floor. Oops.
Potty training and general obedience training has officially started. He is doing great so far. No accidents in the crate, which is really nice. I love fostering puppies, but that is one of the most frustrating issues. They always have accidents in their crates. And crates are just really awkward to clean. With Rick being all of two years old, he is way above having an accident where he sleeps. Such a good boy.
As always, let me know if you would be interested in this guy. He is a sweetheart!