...and she's still here

I thought that after the day when we get presents and gifties, the fat chihuahua would be gone because that would be like a great gift to me.

But she is still here.  She is going to be "adopted" one day, and the lady says that I need to be "patient," because Cherry Pit is in the same place I was when I was waiting for a home at the Barn.  I am trying so hard to be a good foster brother.

Here is me taking Sour Cherry's bed.  It is just the right size for my bottom.

Like a good foster brother, I have to show her that what's hers is actually mine.  Even though you can't see my face, I am grinning.

...and the day after

I am thankful for this couch.  Because my belly is very heavy.  I got a special thanksgiving dinner last night because the lady and the Man said they were thankful for me.  And now I am paying it forward.  Dear Couch, I am thankful for you to hold my heavy belly that is full of turkey delights.  And some green beans.  Don't ever change.  Love, Bouncer.

been busy with Chihuahuas

Sorry I haven't written.  I've been busy with Chihuahuas.  The lady is taking care of one who has been very greedy with the lady's time, so I've been locked in the crate or tied-down while the new thing gets sit-u-ated.

When I came to stay at Miss Emilys, I don't remember all of this special attention from the lady.  It was just "Hi Bouncer, here's your home."  Her name is Sweet Cherry, but I am calling her Chubby Cherry or Cherry with a Pit or Sour Cherry because she gets growly when I sniff her bottom or show her my moves.

Here is me on a tie-down while Sour Cherry and Miss Emily get cuddly on the floor.

But the thing that is good is we get lots of treats when Cherry Pit is around.  This is me showing that I am a gentle-man and can stay very quiet for sweet goodies.

I hope Cherry Pit finds a home soon because I don't think I like living in a land of Chihuahuas.  They are very small and jumpy and they don't play right.

But I guess they can make good cuddle partners sometimes.

Reunion

Bouncer do you want to play?

No lady.  I just want to wait right here until Melody comes.  I want to think about the questions I will ask her about how I came to be because she is the one the knew me when I was lost and full of waiting. She got to see me the second I was at the shelter and the second I was out.

I want to ask her if I knew about living in a house and if I used to snore.  I want to ask her if I knew how to play with toys and if I was a good boy or a bad boy at her house.  I want to ask her if she knew what a special boy I was going to become.

I'll just wait here because I am a little unsure about meeting the lady who took a chance on my abnormally large head and if she is still happy she found me or not.

When she walked in I just had to ask.  Hi Melody.  Do you still love me?

Was I a good boy, Melody?  Do you still love me as much as you did back then?

And then she told me...

Hi again Bouncer.  You didn't know how to play with toys, and you had an uncanny way of making sure that one part of your big body was out of the crate at all times so I couldn't close the door.  You liked to sleep on my sister's bed because she let you have the whole thing and so she slept with her feet and left arm hanging off the side every night.  You played well with my dogs, and you spoke with your body. You needed to be touching me all the time, and I let you because your heart was so big even though your eyes and stumpy legs were so small.


You are a cartoon character.  And you never let life get you down.  That's what I remember.  And I remember this...

I did know you were going to be a special boy.  That's why I took you.  Because sometimes life just isn't fair, especially for big-heads like you.  I couldn't take them all that day.  I took you.  Because I knew you would make Miss Emily very happy one day.  And maybe I'm a bit of a sucker.  Because it's clear you still don't have any manners.


Thanks Melody.  I still love you too.

How I came to be

I am a special boy.  There were many people who loved me even before I came to stay at Miss Emily's house.  I am going to meet the first lady that took me from the shelter next week, and I can't wait because I remember her bed and her toys and her very soft hands that cradled my abnormally large head.

I talked with the first lady, Melody, today and she reminded me how I came to be.

I have been following Bouncer ever since he showed up at the Merced shelter. At the time I was sure someone would get him because he looked so cute but as the weeks went and no one came, I decided to get him.  I guess you could say there was a "connection."  His shelter photo really jumped out to me for some reason. I got him early July 2010 and he stayed with me for a couple months.

This is me exploring grass at the first lady's house

Bouncer fit it really well, however I wanted to be fair to him as well (I was rehabilitating another dog from a shelter). I knew he was getting lots of love and attention with me but wanted him to get more one on one time as well. At that time I had to divide time up between the rescues, and even though Bouncer got his daily work outs and playtimes I still felt guilty. 

Getting my workout on

This is me learning about beds

Later on, a fellow rescuer sent BadRap Bouncers photos and asked them if they would take him. Donna responded and said yes!  I knew it would be hard to say bye to him, but I also didn't want to lose this opportunity for him either. 

Bad Rap is an amazing rescue organization, and I was sure they could have done way more for him then I could have. So I decided to transfer him over.  It was really bittersweet but I knew he would be in great hands. 

I must admit though, I had terrible "Bouncer withdrawal". I didn't know if I was stepping over the line at the time but I really wanted to get to know his new adopters and see how he was doing. He was really special to all of us and I'm so happy he found his way to you. (= Thank you for keeping in touch and allowing me to stay in touch with him. I cannot wait to see him again!

My name is Bouncer, and I am a special boy.  Because there were many people who loved me and took care of me even though they didn't even know who I was in the beginning.  I can't wait to see you again too Melody.

A day in the mountains to get sleepy!

Me and the lady went for a hike today in the mountains.  She says she likes me the best when I am very sleepy, so we go and do that on Sunday mornings.

This is me ready to go get tired!

The lady makes me wear a gentle leader now because I am so big and she is so small.  She says it helps her walk me, but I really don't need any help walking and I could probably pull 6 or more of her up the mountains which would probably help her because she is so slow.  I don't think it's a "gentle leader" at all. I think it is a musty skunk trying to get into my mouth, so I put my nose in the dirt and try to jiggle it off all the time.

But the lady says that hiking and the gentle leader are the same thing.  I can't have one if I don't have the other.  I think that is not a real rule, but I don't know what to do about it because my abnormally large head can only hold so many abnormally large thoughts like that at one time.

I also got to go in the water, and the lady and the Man are thinking of getting me a ramp so I can walk into the pool in my backyard too.

When we got back to my car, I had to get into my seatbelt, and I just don't know how the dirt of the mountains found so much of my head.

But when we got home, I was so sleepy I didn't even follow the lady around like usual.  I just found my little bed and started dreaming.

My best buddy

Chlo-wee is my best buddy.  At first she wasn't sure about me because I am so bouncy, so she played the keep away game at the barn.


Valentine's Date with Bouncer & Chloe from BADRAP.org on Vimeo.

Chlo-wee likes to put foster dogs and the other dogs of the lady's house in her mouth.

This is the lady's old dog, Buzz.  He came from BadRap too.
 Chlo-wee loved Buzz so much, and this is how they played.

And Chlo-wee also loved Bucky.  This is her trying to get him in her mouth.

Get in my mouth Bucky!

But now she loves my sweet little body and abnormally large head very much.  Here is Chlo-wee being my best buddy.

No. Those are not shoes.

Those are my brownies.  I was up early with the lady, and when it's early, the floor is squishy.  And my brownies were waiting for me in the far back crevices of the yard.

And when they found me they said, "would you like to play with me in the far back crevices of the yard?  I am good friend and will not go far from you."

And I said "yes I will play with you brownies because I want all parts of me to look like my ears and my bottom."

So I played with my brownies, and they were right, they stayed with me the whole time.  My brownies felt juicy on my ankles and crumbly on my toes but they didn't go anywhere but on the bottoms of my stumpy legs.

After awhile I said "brownies, I don't want to play with you anymore.  You are juicy and crumbly and you don't play right.  Go away now."

But the brownies stayed with me.

And the lady would NOT let me in until the brownies left.  Even though I told her that the brownies would not go away even when I asked nicely.

I hate my brownies now.
Now I have to be sneaky so I could get inside.  

Dinner wait

My name is Miss Emily.  I don't have to do a breakfast wait or a dinner wait because I am Miss Emily.

Nope, don't have to do it.

I am so small and speedy that I can just zip right past the 2 big ones when the lady says "sit." And because I am so speedy she doesn't even notice that I did this.

Zip zip zip

Go get it in there

And the big white one with the skinny eyes and loud face always complains.

No Miss Emily.  I will not let you type any more because of what you said about me.  You are a bad dog.

Breakfast wait

My friend Chlo-ee is staying with me and Miss Emily.  She is 6 years old.  I am 2 years old, and Miss Emily is 12 years old.  Even though I am the youngest, I sit the best when I am waiting for my breakfast, see?

For my friend Colleen: Ropey toy

It's all in the grip.

Crinkle it and squish it and sit on part of it.

Next is to have a good wrinkle mouth.

No ropey toy!  Stay on the bed!

Lady, are you watching me be a good boy?

Chew chew chew on my ropey toy.  La de dah.

La la la.  Watch me smell my ropey toy.

If you have a good ropey toy, the rest is cake.

Mouth Face

When I am squished up like a pancake on the Man's belly, my face just turns into one big mouth.

This is my favorite way to sleep.

White lightning

It was my Man's birthday today.  He is turning very old so the lady cooked him his favorite food, which looks a lot like Miss Emily's gooshy food.  Miss Emily is very old too.  She brought over people to the house and I smelled them all and told them they could play with my toys and sit on the couch but only if I was allowed to sit on them too.

The lady was telling the people that I was being a big clown while they were over.  I was running in and out of the backyard with my banana toy and sometimes it was so fast that I looked like "white lightning."

I don't know why but I was feeling very saucy and wanted to show off all my skills to the new people.  Miss Emily was feeling saucy too and she was humping the bed all night.

I was embarrassed for her, but the lady said that if it wasn't bothering me, that I should let Miss Emily do whatever made her the happiest.

After the people left, I was still wanting to show off my moves, so I finished taking out all of stuffing from my banana toy.

And now I am so tired from being the life of the party.  I think Miss Emily is tired too.    

Sprinkler Sunday

This is the best day of the week.  Just so you know.

I Nita Weekend

Nita and me had a sleepover.  

But before we went to sleep we played all over the house.  She has a sweet little body and short little handles for legs.  This is why it is so easy to wrastle with her and nibble on her neck.

I like to play with Nita.

This is me showing Nita my bottom.

And this is me grabbing Nita's bottom.  She didn't like this all that much.

And this is where I got to tell her what I thought of her and her sweet-Nita ways.

Oh, and in this one Nita is making friends with Miss Emily.

When it was time for her to go back to the Rescue Barn, I was beat.  But I nitta-ed that weekend for sure.