Playing Machine

Did I mention I love to play? Because I really love to play.

Foster Mom would prefer that I channel my energy in a quieter, more subdued manner. She keeps asking me why I don't nap more. I don't know why you would nap when there's so much playing to be done. And now, there's so much more playing to be done because now, we have TOYS!

Look at me with my FIRST toy ever.

Foster-Dad was so proud--called me his little "Redskins Fan."

Even more fun than just my football, was playing with my sisters with my new toy (and theirs!). Check me out.

Meet Hippo

Meet Hippo--our first foster of 2012! He'd like to say, "Hi!"

Hellllooooooooo! My name is Hippo. I'm a 5 month old Pittie-mix from Philly living it up in the DC 'burbs.  How'd I end up here? Well, Foster-Dad knew someone who was dating someone who knew someone who was going to drop me at Philadelphia Animal Control on Christmas. Foster-Dad decided that couldn't happen and convinced his beautiful and compassionate wife to let me come stay with them until I could find a new home. (Foster-Mom is a great woman.) Anyway, they asked their friend's at Mutts Matter Animal Rescue if I could be a mutt who mattered and they paid for my shots and neuter -- I love them despite making me do those things!


More about me--I LOVE my fosters sisters.

Though they've been doing less and less of the napping/relaxing since I've been around. I can't help it. I just love to play.

Which is what I'm about to do now. Foster-Mom says I can blog again soon. In the meantime, check out my adoption listing and think about how generally cute I am. (See below for inspiration.)