Hi, dolls. I’m Queenie.
Not to be braggadocious, but I’m a total 11 – drop dead gorgeous, sharp as a tack, sly as a fox, smart as a whip, more fun than a barrel of monkeys and a whole lotta lady!
I know what I want and I know what I need, so let me break it down for you:
My forever home MUST have another big and playful dog. I thrive on playtime and canine companionship. I immediately bonded with a one-eyed puppy in my foster home, taught the little guy how to wrestle. He’d never get anywhere in life without solid wrestling skills. I also started a fun little love triangle with the other two pooches in my foster home. The dude dog was a bit of a grouch when I showed up, didn’t like to be bothered, I couldn’t even lie next to him. Pft. I shined my sunshine on him and he couldn’t resist. I have that effect on dogs. My foster mom says I’ve integrated into the pack like I’ve been here forever.
I need to be with people who are fun, positive, smart and committed to helping me learn to be a well-balanced girl. I’m smart, like SUPER smart. I can figure things out in minutes – like baby gates and treat puzzles. My foster mom gave me a treat puzzle once and I had that thing licked in thirty seconds flat. (I was *supposed* to spin some part of it and treats would come out. Ain’t nobody got time for that. I just picked it up in my mouth, shook it like a polaroid picture and VOILA!) I’m enthusiastic, boisterous and strong, sometimes I get over-excited and a bit mouthy. But I’m working on that. My forever family will have experience with positive reinforcement training or willing to take obedience classes with me. I’m a really good girl, I’m not destructive when left alone, I don’t have separation anxiety and I am crate trained (although I don’t love my crate very much), but I do need a family who will help teach and guide me.
Maybe I should keep this tucked under my tail, but I have to tell you because it’s so darn hilarious! One of the greatest joys in my life is harassing the cats in my foster home. I wouldn’t dream of hurting them, but chasing them and taking them to brink of heart failure… oh, man!! Cats are So. Much. Fun.
I’m anything but boring, that’s for sure!
So go ahead! Apply to adopt me!
