Hello Friends at SCARS!
My name is Cyrus, my “mommy & daddy” adopted me on September 6, 2008 from my foster mom Shelly. My “mommy” is having a little difficulty downloading some of the pictures of me, but hopefully she can have that rectified shortly and send them in.
My first few days at my “furever home” took some getting used to. I was very well behaved but would not play with any of my toys, go on my big orthopedic doggie bed, let my “daddy” take pictures of me and I gobbled down all my food as if it were my last meal.
After some begging and pleading on my “mommy’s” part, I laid down on my bed the second night. Although she had to lay down on it first (it’s really big, I think she misjudged how big I was when she bought it, we both fit on it comfortably). Now, when I know my “mom” is heading up to bed I run up after her and immediately plant myself on my bed. In the morning when my “daddy” gets up for work I take his spot in his bed. Ssshh, it’s a secret!
It took almost a full month for me to play with my toys and I would only play when my “mom” started it. I am now happy to report that I will grab a toy and engage my “mom” in a game of tug-a-war, catch-me-if-you-can, fetch and something my “mom” calls “give me that squeaky”.
For a Labrador retriever/pit bull cross, I am the biggest cuddle bug. Although I weight 40lbs that does not stop me from laying on my “mom” while she’s in the recliner watching tv. My “dad” calls me a cat. I am also as quiet as a cat. My “mom” thinks I may have been hit for barking, so she’s slowly trying to teach me that it is okay to bark, especially when someone is at the door or if I hear a strange noise.
I am a very quick learner, I know how to sit, shake paw, high five, stay, dance and “walk”. When my mom says “walk” I immediately run for my leash and sit by the front door. I also know how to smile. Yes, smile! Although my mom didn’t teach me this. When my parents have been away for a period of time and they come home, I meet them at the door and smile. I lift up the corner of my mouth exposing my teeth before I jump up to say hello. My “mom” says that it’s the oddest and cutest thing she has ever seen.
I want to thank all of the people at SCARS and especially my foster mom Shelly for rescuing me and taking such good care of me before my parents came along. Because I am such a good boy people are always asking my “mom” where I came from, she immediately sends them to SCARS.
Thank heaven for all you angels!
Cyrus, Lilyia and Greg.
Blackie has been such a welcome addition to our family. We feel so fortunate to have been able to make him part of our lives. He is so well behaved and so eager to please. Blackie and I have started running twice a day (although running may be the wrong word as often there are very interesting things that require sniffing along the way) and the ravine by our house provides endless opportunity for exploration. We have established a routine and are settling in wonderfully.
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