We got a fresh new pack of tennis balls today. The container makes a popping sound when it opens, and it is SO MUCH FUN to play with.
This is the tube my tennis balls come in:
It’s hard work getting them out of there.
(She took out Mowgli & Harley’s, but I have to get my own):
Here I am with practically the whole tube in my mouth:
I finally got the lid off and nearly got my tongue stuck in there:
My person thinks this is the BEST picture she's ever taken
I SEE you in there, ball!
Look, Mowgli! LOOK!
Then I squished it.
Here’s what all of my tennis balls look like after I play with them:
Our person says it’s really hard to get all three of us looking good in a picture together. It took some work and lots of cookies, but we were able to get a couple shots:
Here we are laying on the white rug that we’re not supposed to lay on:
We thought this one of our backsides was kinda funny, too. We kept getting all tangled up in our leashes so it’s the best one we could get all together. We were hiking at South Mountain with our people a few months ago, before it got too hot.
Breed(s): German Shepherd Dog (either with faulty markings or a little bit of a mix - and I say this only ’cause people always ask if I am purebred)
Approx Age: 8 years
Location: Central New Jersey
Hobbies: Alerting mom to people nearing our house (including but not limited to the mailman, the UPS man, the Fedex man, the boy coming home at all hours of the night, helping socialize foster dogs that are scared like I used to be, collecting stuffed toys that make real animal sounds, writing my blog.
Favorite Foods: Greenies, cow ears, bully sticks, cheese, just about anything but not crazy about fruit and veggies if they are not mixed with something.
Bio: I was only 4 months old when I was in the shelter and I was very traumatized. I had no socialization so I was scared of everyone and everything and stayed curled up in the corner shaking violently. A lady at the shelter asked my mom to foster me. Mom saw me shaking and said, “Give me that puppy!” When the lady picked me up to give me to mom, I had diarrhea all over her white blouse, I was so scared. Oops. Mom worked very hard to get me to not be scared. She tried adopting me out one time and I got all scared again and was returned after just 4 hours so mom said I could stay with her for forever because it was too much trauma for me to get adopted. We went to obedience classes to build up my self-esteem and now I hardly ever get scared any more. I even have a fancy schmancy Canine Good Citizen certificate with an official gold seal.
Scared Little Shawnee at Adoption Day
Goals: Hiking every trail in the states of New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, Pennsylvania and beyond.
Likes: As part of my socialization, mom used to have me sit in her lap and eat treats when I was little so to this day I still like sitting on laps, anyone’s lap. Sit on the floor, I am in your lap and you are squished. I love belly rubs. When mom says “Show me your jelly belly” and I go belly up. But only for mom, never for anyone else.
Dislikes: The Dyson, or any vacuum cleaner. If it sucks my hairs up off the floor, it’s gonna suck me up too. That is a known fact. Really.
Biggest Fear: I used to be scared to death of Christmas decorations. If somebody put up decorations outside I would not do walkies past their house. I have gotten over that now. I am still scared of going upstairs to the second floor of our house. I hear the boy’s room is up there and that it is a very scary place where bombs have exploded. Have never been up there and can’t make me. No way, no how.
Shawnee recommends you follow: @JohannTheDog @Laineyspawtique @MisterPeabody @Snick_the_Dog @Wildboutbirds @buckypg @BadAndy_KityKat @ConfuciusCat @GodzillaofJapan @dobie_evgeni @pandafur
Follow Shawnee on Twitter at @ShawneeShep and Companion Critters, the rescue she helps run, at @CCritters!
Check out her blog, too: http://shawneetheshep.blogspot.com/