Hi everybody. My name is Pippa and I've been named the Pawsonality of the Month, because according to my foster mom, I'm the perfect dog. That sounds a little conceited when I say it out loud, but honestly, I'm just quoting her. She says I'm never any trouble and don't do bad things like chew on shoes or steal food from the counters. In fact, when I first came here, I wouldn't even think about getting up on the furniture; but after a while it seemed a little unfair that the other dog always slept on the couch while I slept on the floor. She used to sit up there and tease me and call me “floor dog,” so one day when she was in another room, up I hopped! Wow, the couch was really soft and warm and heavenly. I had no idea. Plus, when my foster sister saw me sitting in her spot, she was really annoyed and jealous. There was just no down side to this couch sitting! When foster mom saw me on the couch she decided to bring another piece of furniture into the living room so that my foster sister Izzy and I would each have a great place to sleep. Peace was restored.
On the whole, I really like Izzy, even though we sometimes tease one another. She is lots of fun to play tug and chase with when we are out in the yard. We run and play and take turns chasing one another. No one would ever guess that I am a “mature” collie girl. Foster mom doesn't know exactly how old I am, and since ladies never tell their age, no one can say for sure. However, if you look at my video, I think you will agree that there is still plenty of spring in my step and joy in my heart. I'm always ready and willing to go for a nice walk, but I'm never a nuisance about it. I am pretty good with cats, and I love people, and I like most other dogs. As you can see from the photo, I especially like my stuffed friend, Spuds, the beer dog.
I do have one teeny tiny little personality flaw. I love my people so much that when they leave me alone I get really sad and nervous and I cry. Foster mom calls it “separation anxiety” but I just call it missing my family. She says I'm getting better, but I'm really hoping for a forever home where I won't have to be left alone very often. I'd be a great companion for a retired person or for someone who works from their home. We could keep each other company, but I wouldn't be a pest or a disruption like some silly young dogs might be. I'd just be your friend, and whenever you looked down, there I'd be and whenever I looked up, there you'd be. Perfect!
Well, that's me, Pippa. I guess foster mom was wrong when she said that I'm the perfect dog, because I do have that one little flaw. Still, if the worst thing you can say about someone is that they love you too much, I guess that isn't all bad. What do you think?