Kermit

I sure wish I had some great story to tell you about my past life. You know, a story where I'm the hero, and I rescued my family from a burning building; or, I pulled the sled team alongside Balto, and we raced across the Alaskan tundra getting life saving medicine to sick children. Alas, I can't tell you those stories because I think I just made them up.<br/><br/>No, I was actually adopted from Great Plains four years ago, and once I went home, well, I lost touch with my friends here. Fast forward to today, and I came into the shelter again because my family moved away and deserted me at our house. I know for a fact it wasn't me or anything I said or did. I think they just didn't want the responsibility of a dog any longer so they abandoned me. I'm over it, and I hold no grudges against humans because of them. I know that I need to open my heart to a new family, trust them, and that maybe this time - THIS TIME - they will love me and care for me until the end of my days. I want to be a member of a family and do my part to care and support and love all of those in it.<br/><br/>I lucked out and have had the privilege of living in a foster home with a wonderful couple. They are so good to me, and in return, I have been nothing but a very good dog. I stick to my Foster Mom (FM) like a little bit of velcro. We have kissing sessions in the morning, belly rubs mid-morning, and a wonderful walk around the neighborhood whenever we want. My Foster Dad missed having a dog in the house, so they decided that fostering would be the way to go. He and FM say that, and I quote, "Kermit is the best foster dog we have ever had". I am perfect in the home, I am as sweet and loving as they come, and I even get to sleep in bed with them sometimes. They have a four-foot fence, and I don't try to jump it or anything. What kind of dumbo would you have to be to jump a fence and leave this home and family? I love them with all my heart.<br/><br/>I'm a calmer guy now than when I was at the shelter previously, more relaxed and mellow than before. I've maybe gotten over some of my fears, and I've learned that love is the most important thing in life. Love and smelling the roses on a daily basis. Oh and eating bonbons with someone you love on the couch watching a rom-com. I prefer affection and attention from my human(s) above all else. I want a home where I can hang my hat, climb into my bed, and drift off to sleep knowing that I have a safe and loving haven in which to live. Yes, I've reached my senior years. And they are years to be enjoyed and savored - like a good book or fine wine. Honestly, I liken myself to a vintage bottle of Chateau Lafite-Rothschild. We both have a smooth, velvety texture, we age gracefully over time, even improving as the years go by. Could you ask for anything more in a dog?<br/><br/>I hope that you are my person. I hope that you are reading about me and want to meet me. I so want my chance at a "happily ever after".<br/><br/>Love from Kermit (aka Kirby)<br/><br/>Featuring photos by Krystle-Lee Photography

I sure wish I had some great story to tell you about my past life. You know, a story where I'm the hero, and I rescued my family from a burning building; or, I pulled the sled team alongside Balto, and we raced across the Alaskan tundra getting life saving medicine to sick children. Alas, I can't tell you those stories because I think I just made them up.

No, I was actually adopted from Great Plains four years ago, and once I went home, well, I lost touch with my friends here. Fast forward to today, and I came into the shelter again because my family moved away and deserted me at our house. I know for a fact it wasn't me or anything I said or did. I think they just didn't want the responsibility of a dog any longer so they abandoned me. I'm over it, and I hold no grudges against humans because of them. I know that I need to open my heart to a new family, trust them, and that maybe this time - THIS TIME - they will love me and care for me until the end of my days. I want to be a member of a family and do my par

I sure wish I had some great story to tell you about my past life. You know, a story where I'm the hero, and I rescued my family from a burning building; or, I pulled the sled team alongside Balto, and we raced across the Alaskan tundra getting life saving medicine to sick children. Alas, I can't tell you those stories because I think I just made them up.

No, I was actually adopted from Great Plains four years ago, and once I went home, well, I lost touch with my friends here. Fast forward to today, and I came into the shelter again because my family moved away and deserted me at our house. I know for a fact it wasn't me or anything I said or did. I think they just didn't want the responsibility of a dog any longer so they abandoned me. I'm over it, and I hold no grudges against humans because of them. I know that I need to open my heart to a new family, trust them, and that maybe this time - THIS TIME - they will love me and care for me until the end of my days. I want to be a member of a family and do my part to care and support and love all of those in it.

I lucked out and have had the privilege of living in a foster home with a wonderful couple. They are so good to me, and in return, I have been nothing but a very good dog. I stick to my Foster Mom (FM) like a little bit of velcro. We have kissing sessions in the morning, belly rubs mid-morning, and a wonderful walk around the neighborh