I help the humans out by taste-testing the latest chew toys and doggy biscuits.
Meet me at the Vero Beach Dog Park
When I'm in Florida, I get together with my canine friends to play our favorite game: fetch (aka: keep away).
Sometimes being (wo)man’s best friend is a ruff gig. Training and caring for my humans is an arduous, but rewarding process. I alone am responsible for ensuring they get their daily walks. I never know when they might dare to run errands without me to protect them, or eat food without first using my keen nose to inspect it to verify it is safe to eat. They never acknowledge that a mere drizzle of my drool adds so much flavor. I feel that it’s wrong to keep such deliciousness to myself.
Look at this face. What’s not to love? Genetic disorders aside, I dream of the day the human rewards me for my excellence by presenting me with the coveted "sleeping in the bed" award.
I’m a purebred adopted Boykin with a balanced personality and glistening chocolate brown coat.
My fragrant post-bath aroma makes humans rethink their definitions of wet-dog smell.
When you ask me to play dead, I break out my guitar and play “Casey Jones.” #jerrysaves
To err is human; to forgive, canine.
Love is a four-legged word.
Because Lucky Dogs Travel
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