Comet’s my name and movin’s my game. I can run faster than Haley’s Comet any day. You should see me sprint after the tennis ball and I don’t slow down on the return either. I’m about a year or so (give or take a few months). My foster Mom says I’m a young’un because I am squirrely. Do you think I should take that as a compliment? She also uses the word, exuberant. I don’t know what that means either, but I think it’s a compliment. Because of my exuberant disposition I best not be with kids under 10 or 12. But to tell you the truth, no one has taught me the right way to behave.
Somedays I get to go to doggie day care. What a blast. I got to play with all the dogs. It was a great fun; I can’t wait to do it again. I also went to Bark-n-Park for a little doggy boot camp - I stayed there for a little over a week and learned some manners - key word being SOME!
I’m about 60 lbs of yellow Lab boy. I’m not too big, not too little—I’m just right. I have energy but I do settle when I get inside. I sleep on the dog bed at night and in the crate during the day (after all, I am not a boy scout and can’t be trusted). Sometimes when I get bored, I start barking, ‘let’s do something!’ Then usually we go outside in the yard or go for a walk and I’m happy again. I love walking in the neighborhood and I am not a huge puller.
So if you have time to train me, work with me, and show me the behavioral ropes, I will be forever indebted. So indebted that I promise to love you, give you kisses, snuggle together, and be the best canine companion I can be. Your friend, Comet
