Suzie

I just happen to be the most charismatic dog on this planet and I'm about to tell you why. First of all, my name is Suzie but sometimes when my foster mom is being sarcastic (or she's angry with me) she will call me Susan. I think she means it like when a mother uses a child's full name, trying to get my attention. Of course, there is a reason, I know this to be true, and that's because I have a habit of being a bit difficult but let me explain.

So I was surrendered by a nice older man, my dad, who interestingly enough, was truly, actually allergic to me. Of course, my foster mom was skeptical at first but we got that all straightened out and we keep in touch with my dad from time to time. Anyway, so I grew up with my dad and I was the only dog in the universe, at least I thought I was, and my dad was the only human as well. This turned out to be very untrue but I didn't know any better and learned to be quite the brat. Of course, I was an only child and my dad was the only human I knew. So, growing up I was extremely spoiled and never had to share my dad or any of his attention with anyone else.

Fast forward to the day I was surrendered. It was a very frightening day and I didn't understand what was going on. I only knew that there was this lady trying to coax me into her truck and I was having none of it. My foster mom will tell you that I had the whitest teeth she'd ever seen and so many of them too. I promise I was not smiling; you get my drift. So, after an unsuccessful hour of coaxing my dad had to pick me up and place me in the truck. Tears were flowing from both of us and away I went with my new foster mom. It wasn't hard to get me out of the truck but I was on a leash so clearly, I wasn't going anywhere but inside this strange woman's house. That's where my adventure began.

It took me several months to learn to play nice with other dogs but the truth is that I still don't like most of them and I tell them every single chance I get. My favorite dog to terrorize is my foster mom's Belgian Malinois, Kota. Why she is so scared of me is something I could never explain because she outweighs me by at least 40lbs. She's a scaredy cat if you ask me. I also like to challenge my foster mom's senior Australian Shephard who surprisingly doesn't back down. So, we go at it from time to time but usually because I'm guarding the person who is easting food. Doesn't everyone know that I have first dibs on dropped food? You know what they say... "the 5 second rule doesn't apply if you have a 2 second dog in the house" Well guess who that might be? You guessed it: ME!

Another thing you should know about me is how speedy fast I am. Yup, I love to go for a good run from time to time. And I love doing it when nobody knows. How do I do it you ask? Well, I just jump over the fence and take off. This is especially exciting when my foster mom realizes what I've done and comes chasing after me! Boy, do I love a good chase! So, my foster mom says that she has me to thank for meeting all the nice neighbors and for all the gift cards she will be sending out at Christmas. Between you and me; I have a favorite neighbor who's house I hit first. If you haven’t figured it out yet; I like to get plenty of exercise.

Enough about me; I guess I should tell you what I'm looking for in a furever home. This way you know if I'm going to be a dog you think you can handle. I am looking for a very experienced owner whose repertoire includes previous JRT and/or Fox Terrier ownership. For obvious reasons this is required. My new home should be void of other pets, particularly dogs and cats because let's e honest, I don't get along with any sort of competition. I love to scale me a short fence (or squeeze under one) so I fenced yard with a 6ft fence and a secure baseline is preferred. There may be other acceptable options that we can discuss but let's go with this requirement for now. And because I can get testy from time to time my foster mom says absolutely no children. I like them until they touch me or have food or even look at me weird. So, kids are out; I plan on being the sole point of attention in your household.

So that's the lowdown. I'm sure you have lots of questions and my foster mom probably has all the answers (she always acts like she does) so email her directly. If you think you can handle my misbehaving, mischievous, active, wild, and unruly behavior then boldly go where most potential adopters will not go... Do it! Fill out an application.