Hi Everyone. My name is Honey Bunches of Otis – Otis or Otie for short. Fostermama says she named me that goofy name because
it’s her favorite cereal I am sweet like honey. I would agree except I don’t know what honey is.
I’m not an old dog, despite how wise I look. I’m probally between two or three years old. I’m different than a lot of the adoptable dogs you meet because the last year of my life is well known and is full of a lot of love. But despite how much love I’ve gotten, no one has really figured out what makes me happy. You see, I originally came from this place they call a “hoarder”, and I spent most of my life sheltered in a box. I was safe from everything! So when they broke me out of that place, everything was new and weird to me. Most of the time now when I see something new and weird, I just want to go hide in a box.
They call me a “scaredy cat” – but I keep trying to tell them I am a dog! I like doing doggy things like rolling around in the grass and chewing on toys and galloping through the woods. I may not be as brave as some of those other dogs, but I can wag my tail like the best of them! I’ve learned that a good way to be braver is to find a human to protect you. My humans are very important to me, and I like doing everything with them! I repay them for their protection in snuggles, kisses, and extreme tail-to-body wags.
Do I look familiar? That might be because I have been with fostermom before. Even though the first time I was with her was for a two week vacation over the summer when I transitioned on to my second forever home, she says this time I am not just on a short vacation. She says I am here until I find my REAL forever home – which I guess means the one I will get to live in for the rest of my life. That sounds like a really nice idea. Besides, I like this place for now. It’s quiet and familiar and it doesn’t have many things that scare me. I can finally relax, which is something I haven’t been able to for a long time.
It’s funny how this thing called relaxing is making me feel better already. I don’t have to worry about my big scary sister who would bounce and bark and bully me around all the time. I don’t have to be nervous about little humans running around. I can just be a dog, which is something I’m slowly remembering how to do – and it’s fun! Today fostermom took me to the creek and I remembered how much I love water!
Fostermama says I’m going to remember a lot about being a dog over the next few weeks, and that you all are going to be here with me as I improve. I think I am liking this bloggy world already. So nice to meet ya!