I sure am glad I am in this place called RAGOM—I get tastes of people food (it's delicious!!) and even get to help Foster Mom do dishes! I have learned that I actually love my crate, and whenever Foster Mom says "crate," I happily go in. It's my own little home! If I get scared, I like to go to my crate, it's just plain comforting.
I am working on learning some basic commands like "sit" and a release word, which is "okay." It's a work in progress and I get confused and flustered sometimes, but FM is patient with me. And I get these yummy training treats that I take very gently—I don't want to accidentally bite Foster Mom's fingers.
There have been a few visitors here—my foster grandma and foster grandpa have come to visit. It was a little surprising, because I'm used to it being just us, but it turns out new people are nice and give me treats. I loved Foster Mom's friend when she stayed over. She always gave me pets when I went up to her—isn't that great?
I have one more story to tell you. But shh, keep it a secret. Once, when Foster Mom went on a quick 10-minute errand and let me stay out of my crate, my foster sister got into the garbage (she's so smart) and pulled out some yummy stuff. I couldn't resist helping her eat some leftover food, and tear apart some trash with food on it.
But then Foster Mom came home and was upset. I guess it's not safe for me to get into the trash—she said there could be dangerous stuff in there, which I didn't know. Lesson learned I guess! I felt bad, but Foster Mom forgave me so all is good at home.
I hope I find a home soon, I'd love a family to call my own!