My buddy Joe

So I had a best buddy.  His name was Joe.  He was a big, blue, goober of a pit bull dog.  He was kind of funny too.  He had a gimpy front leg, but that didn't slow him down.  We loved to wrestle, chew sticks (and firewood), and run around the yard.  He got adopted recently and I sure do miss him.  I'm beginning to wonder, will anyone come for me?

Me and Joe, just hanging out!

Yep, nothing like hanging out in the mud and grass!

I'm plum tuckered out.  That foster brother is just barking at 'ol Joe and me.  But we're too tired to move!

Joe, I miss you dude

I'm pretty good at stuff

Like playing fetch.  I can do it all afternoon until I drop from exhaustion!  I'll give the ball up when you ask, or tug and tug and tug if you want to play that sort of game!  In fact, I'm a lot better at this game than my foster brother.  He'll only chase a ball once, maybe.  And then probably won't bring it back.  

Come on, throw that ball one more time!

Car rides

I love going for car rides.  I've been a lot of cool places since I've been in foster care.

Maybe you'll come and take me home soon?

The old days, ctd

Well, eventually I grew all my hair back.  And then the foster people took me to the vet.  And this happened.

Really folks?

Apparently I'm all "fixed" now.  The vet people loved me, but boy was I happy to get outta there.  I got used to that cone real quick when I got home too!  Getting through that dog door was more interesting though...