tehya
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Quick Stats:
- 11 months, about 50 lbs now, will likely be about 55 -60 lbs
- Potty/house trained/ crate trained but hasn’t needed the crate
- Good with dogs, needed guidance during intial meet ups
- Good with humans
- Not cat tested
- Sweet, smart, sensitive and reads her human closely
- A Velcro type of girl
- Location: San Antonio foster home
Meet Tehya
At Foster Mom’s house there are names for stuff. For example, Foster Mom is called a Foster Debi, same as the snack cakes, lil debi, easy to ‘member. Stuffy toys are called Binkies. I’m called a Teyha. I play and nap a bunch with my foster sister who is called a Mali-zag, ooops, she does zag a lot but her name is Mali-Zah, not zag. Oh, and there is one more foster sister here and I just call her “The Other One”, she’s not that into me. Foster sister Ava aka The Other One says “I’m washing my hair” or *insert other lame excuse* to not play with us fun girls.
I am about 11 months old now and according to my paperwork went from about 9 months and 39 pounds to now a healthy steathly 47 pounds. Foster Debi says in terms of German Shepherds I won’t be a big dog, probably around 55 pounds. Now in terms of Chihuahuas that’s huge. I eat 5 cups a day since I am growing. Not actual cups, I eat the kibble in the cups. I learned the feeding routine and sit and wait for my food just as the other two girls do here. I also wait with my best foster bud Mali-Zah when Foster Debi does chores, such as taking the trash out. I think she is gone for exactly 12 million hours, but Mali-Zah says she is only gone 5 minutes, just dog time moves different than human. Who knew! I am learning so much here.
When I first got to Foster Debi’s I was a little reactive to dogs. I came from a cruelty situation and was not guided properly on my social skills. Foster Debi helped walk me through it. Litterally, I am very good at meeting dogs on walks now.
If you understand German Shepherds, you will adore me. I have that incredible intelligence that allows for me to be in tune with my human. I am a people pleaser at heart. If you say “STAY” versus “stay” I will feel as if I dissappointed you. I correct and reverse couse, so easily.
I am potty trained, house trained, crate trained. Foster Debi also called me “old”. (Note from Volunteer: She was called an “old soul” not “old”.) She called me old because I have not gotten into any naughty such as shoes or counter top food, which is very old for an 11 month old pup. I am crate trained, but don’t need it because I don’t chew on your things. Foster Debi actually didn’t want me hiding in the crate, so she keeps it closed unless I actually need it. At night, I take myself to bed, and don’t leave it all night long. After about a week, Foster Debi trusted me so much that she took my crate away, and now I just sleep on my open free range bed. A good girl.
What else? I did also learn from foster sisters Mali-Zah and “The Other One” to alert to Stranger Danger. I am a pretty good watch dog, on cue with the other girls. But guard dog, nope, just a watch dog, alert the authorities and then move on type of gal. I do enjoy living with Foster Debi and her dogs. Mali-zah is so much fun, we do couch snuggles, dog bed snuggles, our own version of the Matrix and live action slow-mo moves when we play. But the only problem is this couch is a regular couch and I require a princess couch. I seek a royal family that will allow me to be the happy, loving, playful, Velcro self that I am.
Oh and PS, when Foster Debi took me to the Vet, he said I was sooo sweet and sooo smart that Foster Debi should and I quote “You should keep her”. But Foster Debi cannot keep me, but you would be getting a dog that a professional says is keepable. So there.
And PS does not stand for Personal Space. ONLY apply if you enjoy a dog that will stick to you as close as dog hairs on your black yoga pants.
At Foster Mom’s house there are names for stuff. For example, Foster Mom is called a Foster Debi, same as the snack cakes, lil debi, easy to ‘member. Stuffy toys are called Binkies. I’m called a Teyha. I play and nap a bunch with my foster sister who is called a Mali-zag, ooops, she does zag a lot but her name is Mali-Zah, not zag. Oh, and there is one more foster sister here and I just call her “The Other One”, she’s not that into me. Foster sister Ava aka The Other One says “I’m washing my hair” or *insert other lame excuse* to not play with us fun girls.
I am about 11 months old now and according to my paperwork went from about 9 months and 39 pounds to now a healthy steathly 47 pounds. Foster Debi says in terms of German Shepherds I won’t be a big dog, probably around 55 pounds. Now in terms of Chihuahuas that’s huge. I eat 5 cups a day since I am growing. Not actual cups, I eat the kibble in the cups. I learned the feeding routine and sit and wait for my food just as the other two girls do here. I also wait with my best foster bud Mali-Zah when Foster Debi does chores, such as taking the trash out. I think she is gone for exactly 12 million hours, but Mali-Zah says she is only gone 5 minutes, just dog time moves different than human. Who knew! I am learning so much here.
When I first got to Foster Debi’s I was a little reactive to dogs. I came from a cruelty situation and was not guided properly on my social skills. Foster Debi helped walk me through it. Litterally, I am very good at meeting dogs on walks now.
If you understand German Shepherds, you will adore me. I have that incredible intelligence that allows for me to be in tune with my human. I am a people pleaser at heart. If you say “STAY” versus “stay” I will feel as if I dissappointed you. I correct and reverse couse, so easily.
I am potty trained, house trained, crate trained. Foster Debi also called me “old”. (Note from Volunteer: She was called an “old soul” not “old”.) She called me old because I have not gotten into any naughty such as shoes or counter top food, which is very old for an 11 month old pup. I am crate trained, but don’t need it because I don’t chew on your things. Foster Debi actually didn’t want me hiding in the crate, so she keeps it closed unless I actually need it. At night, I take myself to bed, and don’t leave it all night long. After about a week, Foster Debi trusted me so much that she took my crate away, and now I just sleep on my open free range bed. A good girl.
What else? I did also learn from foster sisters Mali-Zah and “The Other One” to alert to Stranger Danger. I am a pretty good watch dog, on cue with the other girls. But guard dog, nope, just a watch dog, alert the authorities and then move on type of gal. I do enjoy living with Foster Debi and her dogs. Mali-zah is so much fun, we do couch snuggles, dog bed snuggles, our own version of the Matrix and live action slow-mo moves when we play. But the only problem is this couch is a regular couch and I require a princess couch. I seek a royal family that will allow me to be the happy, loving, playful, Velcro self that I am.
Oh and PS, when Foster Debi took me to the Vet, he said I was sooo sweet and sooo smart that Foster Debi should and I quote “You should keep her”. But Foster Debi cannot keep me, but you would be getting a dog that a professional says is keepable. So there.
And PS does not stand for Personal Space. ONLY apply if you enjoy a dog that will stick to you as close as dog hairs on your black yoga pants.
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