Tag: pupper west side

Hiya, Puppers! You may not recognize me at first, but I know many of you.

Enjoying the serenity of Central Park.

The best days are the ones that Sherlock and I get to see each other.

My parents met when they were both in graduate school at Yale - yes, that Yale

Dad and I are early risers. And I mean earlyyyy. Each morning, I give him a nudge at 4am and

Three years old on Sunday! I can't wait! I've tried to be on my best behavior this year in hopes of getting some birthday presents

My heart belongs in Manhattan. In fact, it belongs to my neighbor and girlfriend

I have a tendency to make my opinions about various literary works known based on what I do or don't chew up.

Mom was a college student living in Dallas when she adopted me. I should pause here and say that Mom and I both agree

In fact, I'm quite the outdoorsman and I've already climbed several of the tall peaks in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, including Mount Washington.

When the pandemic hit and they began working from home, it seemed like the perfect moment to dedicate themselves to raising a pup properly.

I was brought in to the ACC as a stray, but my foster mom thinks that I likely was given up by an individual or family who no longer had the ability to take care of me.

I find meaning and fulfillment in helping others and I've had incredible opportunities to volunteer at places like Ronald McDonald House and Mount Sinai.

Apparently the researchers told my parents afterward that I had impressive powers of concentration

There's nothing quite like the gentle sounds of a 75 pound dog zooming and ker-plonking around a 750 square foot apartment, eh?

As it happens, "independent" translates to strong-willed rather than actually, you know, happy doing things on my own.

When it's time for bed, I'll trot into the bedroom, paw at the bed, and bark at my parents to let them know that it's time for someone to tuck me in.

One of my jobs is doing tricks. I can spin in circles and shake hands.

I've spent my entire life as a city dog, but these days I'm living in exile. In the country, no less! Call me Napoleon because it is positively frightening out here.

You'd never guess, based on my sweet face, but I'm a big fan of horror movies.