Rosemary

Greetings. Rosemary here. I know, I know… you’re probably wondering why you’re just now hearing from me. And the answer is simple: I have been busy. For the last several weeks, I’ve been running a full-time, unpaid, overnight-shift position as the mother of nine (9) spicy puppies. Being the mama to the Spicy Litter means my life recently looked like this: no personal space, no quiet thoughts, everyone touching me at all times, and someone yelling for snacks every five minutes. Raising a litter of nine is not for the weak, the sleepy, or anyone who enjoys personal space. But I did it. Gracefully. Patiently. Like the absolute legend I am. Now that my little spices are growing, thriving, and starting to look more like dogs and less like sentient potatoes, things are finally settling down around here. Well...for me at least....Foster mama, however? She is still very much in the trenches. Godspeed, queen. Anywho, I’m finally getting a moment to do something revolutionary: introduce myself. I am sweet. Like, criminally sweet. The kind of sweet that makes people say, “Oh my gosh, she’s the best mama,” and they’re right. I love my babies with my whole heart—but also, respectfully, I am ready to start focusing on me. I’ve poured everything into raising my pups, and soon they’ll all be heading off to their own homes to live their best lives… and maybe, just maybe, I’ll get my own happily-ever-after too. I’m gentle, loving, and endlessly kind. I’ve done my time as Supermom, and now I’m ready to trade in round-the-clock childcare for cuddles, calm days, and being someone’s baby for once. I adore affection, appreciate a softer pace, and would very much like to retire into a life where no one is climbing on my head while I’m trying to nap.<br/><br/>I am a 2.5-year-old, 72-lb female Pyr/Lab mix, with maybe a dash of Anatolian Shepherd… or maybe not. Honestly, five different people could look at me and confidently say five different breeds, and they’d all be wrong in their own special way. Welcome to rescue math. The good news? Unlike my children, you will not have to guess my adult size. I am done growing. Thank you, science. Right now, I’m a little… slim. Turns out when you’re sustaining nine entire lives, they tend to suck the life—err, nutrients—straight out of you. Once I’ve had time to fully recover and fill back out, the experts predict I’ll land somewhere around 80–85 lbs. So yes, I’m a big girl… but not full-blown polar bear. Think mini polar bear. Compact. Efficient. Still majestic. 🐻‍❄️ My story before rescue? Not cute. I ended up in the shelter heavily pregnant and on death row. No exaggeration. I very nearly lost my life — and all nine of my babies along with it. But then something amazing happened: a foster family said yes. And because of that one decision, I got a second chance, and my puppies were born into safety, warmth, and love instead of fear. So yeah… I’m strong. I’m resilient. I’ve been through it. And despite all of that, I am still the sweetest girl you’ll ever meet. Gentle, loving, and ready to move into my next chapter — one where I’m no longer running a daycare, but instead focusing on naps, snacks, and being someone’s very good, very loved dog. After everything I’ve done? I think I’ve earned that. 💚<br/><br/>Ah yes, my social life. Let’s discuss. I met the resident pack like an absolute professional. Do I play? No. I did not come here to frolic. I came here to raise nine children. Playtime was postponed indefinitely while I handled my maternal responsibilities. If another dog is expecting zoomies or wrestling matches, I regret to inform them that I am currently booked and unavailable. Will that change once I am in my new home and realize I am no longer being used as the jungle gym for 9 puppies? It is certainly possible, but adopting me with the thought of me entertaining your crazy...err I mean exhuberant pup probably isn't the best idea. right now. That said, I am perfectly polite with other dogs. Calm. Respectful. Coexisting peacefully. I also prefer a calmer household. If things start getting too loud, too wild, or too chaotic, I will step in and politely inform everyone that it is time to settle down. Think less “party police” and more mama bear with a clipboard. Typical behavior for someone who has kept nine lives alive and thriving. In summary: I’m great with other dogs, but I’m not here for nonsense.<br/>And I will absolutely keep the peace. Cats and I have not officially met. There are zero cats in my current foster home, so I cannot provide a Yelp review, a character reference, or a peer-reviewed study on my feelings toward them. I must have had kids in my past life… or this life… or several lifetimes ago, because I adore them. Truly. If there is a child within a three-mile radius, I will know. I will hear them. I will gently but firmly request to be released from the puppy room like, “Excuse me, I believe there are small humans who require my presence.” Now, let’s be clear — I do not lose my mind around kids. No jumping. No knocking anyone over. No chaos goblin behavior. I am not here to create ER visits. Instead, I do this amazing thing where I melt. I lean in. I soften. I become the world’s gentlest weighted blanket with legs. Kids hug me? Perfect. Sit next to me and talk nonstop? Ideal. I will absorb it all calmly and lovingly like a very patient, very fluffy therapist. I love people. Like… deeply. Passionately. Wholeheartedly. If you are a human, congratulations — I already like you. I don’t need an introduction, a resume, or a slow warm-up period. You exist? Perfect. We’re friends now. I’m affectionate in that soft, soulful way that makes people pause mid-sentence and say things like, “Oh my gosh…” while instinctively wrapping their arms around me. I lean. I sigh. I make it very clear that I am here for comfort, connection, and possibly emotional healing you didn’t realize you needed today. <br/><br/>On a scale of 1 to 10, I am a solid 3. My ideal day includes short, polite walks, a little yard time to check on things, maybe some gentle supervision of the household… and then a very committed nap. Or several. I enjoy being near my people, keeping an eye on things, and offering emotional support from a comfortable location. I do not require constant stimulation. Do I like walks? Yes. In a calm, civilized way. I enjoy strolling, taking in the scenery, and quietly judging the neighborhood while we walk. I am not here to power-walk, jog, or reenact a marathon. This is a leisurely, respectful experience meant for bonding, fresh air, and pretending we have our lives together. Am I an adventure-seeker or a homebody? The answer is yes to both, with conditions. If you’re going somewhere and you’re my person, I’m already interested. I’m eager to please, happy to tag along, and very into being included in whatever you’re doing. Road trip? Sure. Patio hang? Love it. New place with good vibes and snacks? I’m in. That said — I do have to assess the situation first. I pause. I observe. I think things through like the responsible adult I am. Is it safe? Is it reasonable? Is anyone about to make a bad decision? I am a mother, after all. Risk assessment is literally in my DNA. Once I’ve decided everything checks out, I’m all yours. I’ll go, I’ll hang, I’ll adapt. But I’m also perfectly happy staying home, supervising the household from a comfy spot, and enjoying a peaceful day with my people. I don’t need constant excitement to be fulfilled. I just need you. Temperament-wise, I am, without exaggeration, the sweetest girl. Soft, gentle, affectionate, and deeply invested in loving my people. I’m calm, steady, and emotionally available in a way that makes humans fall in love with me five minutes after meeting me. I lean in. I cuddle. I exist purely to bring comfort and warmth. That said… I am part Pyr. Which means I come equipped with The Bark. The bark says, “I see you. I’m watching you. Make good choices.” The tail, however? Wagging. Probably. Because while I may sound terrifying, I am simultaneously thrilled to meet you. So yes, I will absolutely deter anyone with ill intentions, but if you are nice, I will be melting into you as soon as possible. Do I like toys? Yes. Casually. On my terms. I am not the dog who empties the toy basket like a tornado and squeaks everything at once. I have refined taste. I will quietly select one or two chew toys, carry them with purpose into the puppy room, and enjoy them in peace like a responsible adult enjoying a little “me time.” Housing preferences? Honestly? I could live anywhere. Big house, small house, apartment, no fence, fenced yard, suburban sprawl, quiet neighborhood — I am not picky. I don’t require acres of land or a personal kingdom to patrol. I just need consistency, regular leash walks, and a human who understands that I am perfectly content being wherever you are.<br/><br/>Potty trained? Yes. I’ve raised nine puppies — trust me, I am very familiar with how this whole system works. And before you ask, nope. I do not chew on things I shouldn’t. I have zero interest in your shoes, your furniture, your baseboards, or that one remote you swear you just had. I am not here to redecorate your home through destruction. I have standards. Do I bark? Yes. Do I bark constantly? Absolutely not. I have restraint. My barking is situational, purposeful, and short-lived. Once the moment passes, I return to my regularly scheduled calm, quiet existence. It is not my favorite pastime. I am not out here yelling at leaves, shadows, or the audacity of the mailman breathing. I don’t wake up at 3 a.m. thinking, “You know what this house needs? Noise.” As some of my final notes, I want you to know that I exude sweetness. It’s not something I try to do — it just happens. People fall in love with me almost immediately, and frankly, I understand why. Case in point: Christmas. A house full of family, noise, and activity, and I handled it like a seasoned socialite. I calmly went from person to person offering gent

Greetings. Rosemary here. I know, I know… you’re probably wondering why you’re just now hearing from me. And the answer is simple: I have been busy. For the last several weeks, I’ve been running a full-time, unpaid, overnight-shift position as the mother of nine (9) spicy puppies. Being the mama to the Spicy Litter means my life recently looked like this: no personal space, no quiet thoughts, everyone touching me at all times, and someone yelling for snacks every five minutes. Raising a litter of nine is not for the weak, the sleepy, or anyone who enjoys personal space. But I did it. Gracefully. Patiently. Like the absolute legend I am. Now that my little spices are growing, thriving, and starting to look more like dogs and less like sentient potatoes, things are finally settling down around here. Well...for me at least....Foster mama, however? She is still very much in the trenches. Godspeed, queen. Anywho, I’m finally getting a moment to do something revolutionary: introduce myself. I am sweet. Like, criminally sweet. The

Greetings. Rosemary here. I know, I know… you’re probably wondering why you’re just now hearing from me. And the answer is simple: I have been busy. For the last several weeks, I’ve been running a full-time, unpaid, overnight-shift position as the mother of nine (9) spicy puppies. Being the mama to the Spicy Litter means my life recently looked like this: no personal space, no quiet thoughts, everyone touching me at all times, and someone yelling for snacks every five minutes. Raising a litter of nine is not for the weak, the sleepy, or anyone who enjoys personal space. But I did it. Gracefully. Patiently. Like the absolute legend I am. Now that my little spices are growing, thriving, and starting to look more like dogs and less like sentient potatoes, things are finally settling down around here. Well...for me at least....Foster mama, however? She is still very much in the trenches. Godspeed, queen. Anywho, I’m finally getting a moment to do something revolutionary: introduce myself. I am sweet. Like, criminally sweet. The kind of sweet that makes people say, “Oh my gosh, she’s the best mama,” and they’re right. I love my babies with my whole heart—but also, respectfully, I am ready to start focusing on me. I’ve poured everything into raising my pups, and soon they’ll all be heading off to their own homes to live their best lives… and maybe, just maybe, I’ll get my own happily-ever-after too. I’m gentle, loving, and