I admit it, I'm a goofball. I even like being one because "ball" is part of that term and there is nothing better in this world than a ball. Not even treats. The world is one big ball so am I right or am I right? Aside from endlessly begging anyone and everyone to throw my ball, I like to do silly stuff that makes my humans laugh (which often leads to them throwing my ball). My mom says that's one
of the reasons she joined the failed foster club and officially gave me a forever home...because I make her laugh everyday. I'm also pretty darn good at cleaning faces (I even won a kiss off contest once) and I LOVE hugs. I've got 1 human brother, 2 dog brothers and 1 sister. One of my brothers isn't too fond of me so I try to win him over with my goofiness. It seems to be slowly working cuz he's nice to me through his crate and the baby gate. Plus I let him have my treats and leftovers and he wrongly believes that food is the most important thing (we all know balls are most important) so I think he kinda likes having me around. My other brother is more like a grandpa. He used to be able to play with me but he has a hard time getting around these days - but I still think he's the coolest. We eat together because we're the only two that don't try to steal from each other. My sister is a bit of a brat. She likes to steal my stuff and chew up my balls. Even though balls are the most important thing in the world, I don't mind when she does this because I know mom's always got me covered with more balls and she wrestles with me which is pretty fun too and she plays tug. I do have a deep dark past. When I was about 9 months old, I was brought to a shelter by the dog warden who got calls that a "pitbull was terrorizing the neighborhood". They were going to "put me down" right away, but lucky for me a bunch of great people met me and saw my awesomeness. But I was at the shelter for a long time and it can have a way of repressing your inner goofiness. I was headed back onto the danger list so my mom agreed to foster me right away to make sure that didn't happen. She discovered my ball obsession and the rest is history! So that's my story. If my antics help inspire another human to give a shelter dog a chance, that just might be even better than a million balls. Well maybe better than a bucketful of balls anyway...
