Hi, all; I'm Cinder, the lil' German Shepherd from Ohio. I was six months old and only weighed 34 pounds when Dad, he's my Two-legger, drove over 80 miles to the jail in Wheeling, WV, to 'dopt me. He saw my mug shot on the jail's web site thanks to my two Angel Mom volunteers who took my picture and then e-mailed Dad the photo. I'm alomost two now, and weigh a whopping 44 pounds and stand a mighty 22 inches on my tippy-toes. I look 'zactly like a big German Shepherd, but Doctor Mike, the two-legger in the white coat that put the zipper in my tummy, says he thinks maybe I got *mixed* with something small. Dad doesn't care since I've finally decided that it's fun to crawl up on his lap and help watch the TV box. Small is nice!
I've been to 'bediance school with Dad. It was a lot of fun, but he often acted upset and cranky in class. The teacher always *grinned* when she watched us do our stuff in class. I had the most trouble walkin' backwards so's I could watch the mutt heelin' around the course behind us. He was a butt sniffer.
I gots a liddle brudder who lives with us at the house; he's called Boots, the Kat. Bad attitude when I first came home; he spent a lot of time up on the high places in the house. He always seemed to have a speech problem; everything he said was either a low growl or a hiss with a lot of cat spit mixed in. He's a lot more friendly now, but he still screams to Dad for help when we play box and wrestle.I get away from Boots most days 'cause I go to *work* every day with Dad to help him fix 'lectronic stuff at our shop.
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