Otis

Handsome, that is what my foster parents call me.  They also say I am a “hoot” and I make them laugh.  I am really enjoying being a free dog, as I was chained all my life until I went to rescue.  My previous owner was not nice to me.  Because of my size, the shelter staff was afraid of me, boy did I have them fooled. 

I have toys now that I play with.  I have learned to sit, I know what brushing is and really like it.  The best part is lying on my kuranda and having my belly rubbed.  When they take me to the field to run and play, I am good about coming and am treat motivated.  I even know how to walk on a leash.  Because I am still young and my size, I may not be good with real little kids, although I met a 2 year old boy and gave him great kisses.

Pictures are coming soon but they say I should get a bath first.  We’ve put up a few temporary photos of Otis taken from his transport from Idaho to Wyoming.   He insisted on climbing on top of the crates where he could see the road good – he made a great backseat driver – he’s such a clown!