Hi Shirley and Dave,
It has been over two years since you fostered me back to health and I went
to my forever home.
As a kid my nickname was "Tasmanian Devil". Most kids chase their tails,
shred everything in sight, get their heads stuck in stuffed toys, get a
coat hanger stuck around their middles, vacuum the floor and outside yard,
resulting in having "pictures" taken at Dr. Joan's and Dr. Sharon's, and
keep the cats in ample fear, right?
I bark a lot but Mom bought a Citronella Collar so when I have that on I
know I can't bark!
Mom kept bringing in this "trainer" called Louis. Louis was too smart. He
never fell for my tricks and then taught Mom and Dad how not to. I am
expected to listen but that is ok because I get one of those
"Gooberlicious" treats when I do and now do everything I am told (well
almost)! I still hunt for socks and underwear in the laundry and run off
with them if I can but when I am told to "drop it", my mouth opens and it
I am a true lover of people including children. I have a 5 year old friend
who plays with me. I am fine with other canines as long as they know I am
Prince. If visiting canines don't pay homage to me they soon regret their
Life is good.
Hope all is well with you!
Gabriel aka Squirt
Here's a picture of me sharing a joke with my buddy Mulligan, another Save
A Dog, who was one of Erin's puppies!