***Update****

Hi it’s me, Brandy again!
Well, I finally got all my sutures out and the healing has pretty much completed. I can finally say goodbye to that darn old e-collar. Imagine trying to hold your chew toy with your paws through that thing. 

It sure takes a long time for the hair to grow back in. I keep telling my foster parents to try some Rogaine. I’m so embarrassed.  

Another week and I will be able to go off leash and search out some of those good smells my foster parents wouldn’t let me check out.

My foster parents took me outside and I thought goody goody, twice the fun. But then OH NO-a bath. Well at least the water was warm, but then again I’m a Lab, I’m tough, I can TAKE IT!

Woof (Hello There),

My name is Brandy, no not because I like to drink.  While I am only about 4 years old, I have learned to adore people. I can’t get enough of them. So far, this feeling has been mutual.

I need a home that has some nooks and crannies to sneak away to from time to time because I sometimes need some down time to recharge my batteries, unlike that silly bunny on TV.  I love chasing things. It doesn’t make any difference what it is (hint – tennis balls are preferred).

I have to watch it though because I have already injured my rear leg with too much enthusiasm. I just recently had surgery on that leg and the doctor says I have to stay on a leash for a while, he says no running or jumping. Yuck! Boy, would I like to get out there and tear around. The sutures are out now, but they shaved my leg. How embarrassing, all the other dogs look at me like I’m molting like some kind of bird. I think the hair will have grown out about the time I get off that leash.

Oh, I also like the water sprinkler turned on so I can cool off. There is nothing quite like standing over the sprinkler and letting it spray on your belly, you should try it. Well I have to run, I mean walk. I think I heard my foster parents are getting home, if they find out I was using the computer I might not get a biscuit tonight.