Hi, I'm
currently located at
Finding Them Homes-James Bay Pawsitive Rescue
Oro-Medonte, ON
age
Adult
gender
Male
colour
Black - with Tan, Yellow or Fawn
size
Large 61-100 lbs (28-45 kg)
pet id
30229799
Back north I had a furry four legged pal named Spanky. Poor Spanky was teased for having this name! I have since moved south to find the most furbulous forever home, one of the first steps in the process was to give me a foster monicker. You are now looking at Snowdrop Pointy Lips. If anyone let's this slip to Spanky I'll never hear the end of it! I am a handsome, cuddly and quirky male Shepherd Mix who is approximately three years old. I have been vaccinated, microchipped, neutered and I currently weigh roughly 65 pounds. So you know those before and after pictures you see for renovations or weight loss or any big transformation? I'm presently in the in between phase of transforming from what I was into what I'm going to be (spoiler alert: with your help it's going to be sensational). I have been in my foster home for a very short time and have already made tremendous progressions from when I first arrived. For example, when I first got here I did not understand human commands and I have already mastered "sit". I was also not aware of the difference between a forest and a living room and was prone to marking indoors. I am proud to say that as of the writing of this bio I have not had an accident in the home in two weeks. Do you know who's even prouder? The lady who was following me around in a seemingly permanent hunched over position with a spray bottle of Resolve in her hand since I got here. One thing you will notice from my picture is that one side of my face is droopy. Because we don’t know my background it could be from trauma or what they call idiopathic nerve paralysis, meaning we just don’t know. Since I don’t show any other symptoms they do not feel it is sinister but always best to keep an eye on it for any changes. In the meantime you can brag to everyone in your social circle that your new best friend shares something in common with George Clooney, Pierce Brosnan and Sylvestre Stallone...which is that on top of being ruggedly handsome we all suffer from facial paralysis (Google it like I did. We pooches get bored during the pandemic too, ya know!?) It is important to make sure when I close my eyes that the right one closes fully. If we don't keep them both closed the doctor will need to incorporate some eye drops to keep them lubricated, plus having a dog sleeping next to you with one eye locked on you is apparently wicked awkward. While I am a lovable, precious and a curious little busy body, when you first meet me you will find me standoffish and a little shy. This is common with us Northern breeds and as far as I can tell from my interactions with you two legged types, it's common with humans as well, otherwise there would be a lot more farting and emotional purging on first dates. Even once I'm settled I'm a pretty quiet guy and only bark when I'm in my crate and need to do my business outside (this is something I do once the initial shyness wears off). It is very important when you take me home to introduce me to my "bedroom" (a.k.a. my crate), which is a safe place for me to call my own and decompress in while I get used to the pace and activity of your home. Want to know a major perk about me? I sleep through the night in my crate like an awesome little dude and my foster parents cut off my water supply after 7:30 so I don't have to pee through the night. In my crate I have a nice cushiony blanket, a bone and a toy I stole from my furry foster siblings. My foster parents cover my crate, but leave the front open so I can see out. I also eat my food in my crate, which allows me to associate the crate with good things and to eat at my own pace without concern for anyone else coming and swiping my food. 30 minutes after eating I'll need you to take me outside. To pass the time I enjoy it when humans switch up song lyrics for whatever I might be doing. My current personal fave is, "My boy likes to potty all the time, potty all the time", but I'm open to new ones. I get along well with my two foster siblings, one male and one female, who I didn't pay too much mind to at first because I was more concerned with exploring my new surroundings. Every new day, I'm getting more and more interested in playing the two. I also met a small dog who lives in our basement and we got along just fine. Quirk alert: While waiting to go into the vet's I lunged at a small dog. Well, technically I lunged at the window and then smacked into it Sylvestre and Tweety style, slid down it and have now hopefully learned my lesson. It is important for you to be aware of this so I have slow introductions with whoever I meet. The leash is new to me and is turning out to be one of my greatest tools because it keeps me tethered to the people who love and want the best for me, which will hopefully end up being you, dear reader. My leash skills are a work in progress but I'm learning as I go. In the home my foster family keep the leash tethered around their hips and this helps maintain proximity for any corrections. Most importantly it helps us to bond and it keeps me from wandering around your house the way I like to (I've been compared to an aimless stoner searching in a barren desert for a lost bag of Doritos). It is important to keep me on leash with you for the first four weeks in your home so you can show me the lay of the land. This is a rule for all us fosters with Finding Them Homes as well as "no touch/no talk" which is basically short form for, "If you give me too much attention in my first few weeks in your home I could develop serious separation anxiety" which is no fun for anyone. Another quirk of mine is that when random people I've just met try to pat my head I duck away. You humans may not know this but a head pat is like first base for dogs and I need you to buy me dinner and get to know me better before we take that step (mama didn't raise no floozie). Be forewarned, though, because once you've earned my trust I will be constantly batting my eyelashes at you on the regular and tempting you with my adoring gaze to get you to give my precious noggin a little lovin' (don't tell my mama that maybe I'm a little bit of a floozie after all). TREATS!?! DID YOU SAY TREATS?! WHERE?! Sorry. I got carried away there because I LOVE treats, buuuuut because I get carried away at the mere mention of these morsels of soul-soothing deliciousness, I need to be mindful of being gentle when I take them. I'm getting better at it each day and learning when I hear the word "Gentle" and see a flat palm with a treat on it to take it respectfully, but it's something I definitely need to continue working on in my new home. Because I am food motivated it is important for me to be around children and humans who are mindful of this and advocate for me, because I wouldn't want to try to nab something out of someone's hand and scare them. Because I'm an initial shy guy the layers of my oh-so-fabulous personality take time to unravel, but my foster family is discovering that I'm a pretty playful dude. My most favourite human in my foster home is my 11 year old human foster sister who I've been literally attached to at the hip (thanks to my trusty leash). I love walks and adventures with my humans and furry foster siblings and am still learning not to pull when I smell something particularly tantalizing. To teach me proper leash manners my foster parents will immediately do a sharp 90 degree turn and continue walking. You repeat this maneuver until I realize who's the one in charge which means you may end up doing spontaneous donuts on your sidewalk. If the neighbours haven't already figured out that you are loco they'll come to that conclusion pretty quickly. Thankfully I've never tried chasing after other dogs or cats (who I haven't had any official introductions to yet), or squirrels or humans. I'll just look at them with interest and continue on my merry way. I enjoy routine walks which help me with maintaining regular outdoor bathroom habits and if I attempt "marking" on our walks it's important to keep strolling so I learn to empty my bladder once and move on, rather than spreading my sent around the neighbourhood like confetti at a Taylor Swift concert. When you pick me up, fall madly in love and want to bring me home in your car, get ready for a car partayyyy! I love car rides and can barely contain my excitement, so much so that I pace from front to back. To keep me from roaming about your cabin, simply secure the end of my leash in the door, which will double as a way to keep me inside the car when the door opens. I'll leave you now to fill out an application for me, Snowdrop Pointy Lips, although if you're ever way up north and encounter a dog named Spanky, please tell him my new name is Butch. manly grunt Oh ya! to complete my application please go to www.findingthemhomes.com
If you have any questions or would like to adopt Snowdrop Pointylips, please reach out to the adoption group directly. PetSmart Charities does not facilitate the adoption process. Thank you.
adoption group
Oro-Medonte, ON L0L 2E0
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