So, the foster momma lady says we have to go to an adoption event tomorrow. Totally fun! Although, she's not all so happy about it. She says that I'm her special Brutey and letting me go a second time isn't going to be easy.
Lady.... see that drool? Are you really going to miss all my slobberys?! BOL! Who am I kidding, of COURSE she's going to miss my slobbers. Who wouldn't want a piece of Brutey love smeared all over thier face, arms, legs, clothes, tables, floors, and beds? No one in their right mind, clearly.
So, what am I looking for in this next home, you might ask? Just someone who's going to love me, and cuddle me on the couch -that's my favorite! Let me have some toys to throw around and chase in the yard. Someone who's going to make sure I follow the rules... my last home didn't give me any rules and when I got back to my safe house, the foster momma lady almost choked on my slobber when I did a Flying-Brutus square on her tummy on the couch! And, when I almost knocked my bowl on the floor getting to my foodables, instead of sitting nicely and waiting for my "ok" command! So, we've been working on relearning my mannors and I realized life is so much nicer when I'M nice! Therefore, I work really hard on my mannors, but I definitely want a new home that will make me be a good boy.
Honestly... who's not going to love this mug?!
Wish me some good lucks! The foster momma lady assured me that I'd be coming back to my safe house regardless of who I might meet tomorrow. She said no more impulsive peoples comin' to snag my handsome face. They'll have to wait and go through the foster momma lady's psycho screening.
Brutus OUT! (for now!)