Burt

So, the girls in this joint affectionately call me their "little weirdo". I'd be offended, but I cannot tell a lie - 'tis true.

You see, some everyday things can cause a big case of the scareds. So I make these weird little noises. I also plead the fifth to finding comfort at such times by licking people's ears.

On the plus side I've learned cuddles are a good thing and I get quite excited when I know they're coming my way.

Note, you will need to teach me the basics, like "sit". It appears my carers have been too busy teaching me how to "spin with glee with a twist of the zoomies" for the noms. Sigh... priorities ladies, priorities.

My big boy panties are on backorder, so it's best there are no children in the family for their boisterous ways would bring the startles. It's about setting me up for success, you understand.

With energy levels on the lower end of the medium spectrum, a daily constitutional around the neighbourhood would be most welcome. Perhaps a friendly canine playmate or two, or at least access to some regular playdates, will be all I need to complete me.

I am ready to go home with you now. You coming?