Quade

Enter my orbit and my greeting will remind you of a young child full of red cordial. My off switch is there, but you must encourage me to find it. It may take a bit, persist and throw in some tough love and I get it. I really do. But, really, must I?

It's been said I have a flair for the silver screen, for I tend to lean towards the over-dramatic. Like, I had a wee accident and got what they called a small scrape on my paw. Silly humans did they not know this was a catastrophe! I'll make sure I tell you all about my woe, holding out my paw as though it's about to fall off... you may need a magnifying glass to see my boo-boo but it's there I tell you! And no, I see nothing wrong with milking this... 2 weeks later and counting.

Ensuring I lead the festivities when it comes to my fellow fur-friends - I wouldn't want them to forget I'm around! - I'm slowly learning the meaning of retreat with stronger willed dogs. On pack walks I am a gentleman, but my wish in my future domain? To not have to share your love. BUT! If you have the experience and a suitable canine companion, I am more than young and malleable enough to be corrected on this.

Just as you will need to be experienced enough to deal with a strong-headed boof such as moi. I need to respect you before I will listen to you. But I'm worth it for the feels I will give you? Well, let's just hope your heart doesn't literally burst out of it's chest. For I am a total smooch.

I am ready to go home with you now!