Hi. I’m Bitty. I’m nine months old and I have never had a bad day in my life. I used to live outside with my sisters which was honestly great, but apparently there’s this whole indoor thing and I have to say… floors?? Incredible. Couches?? Don’t even get me started. I did have some thoughts about leashes initially but we compromised on a harness and I’ve decided it’s fine. I’m very adaptable. It’s one of my best qualities. I am fully house trained and I have developed a very clear system for communicating my needs. I will bark at the door. Or I will stand at the door and look at you until something happens. I don’t know how to make it simpler than that, honestly. My kennel is my house and I love it in there. I go in, I get a treat, I sleep like a rock all night. I don’t know what everyone finds so hard about bedtime. I love other dogs. I love toys. I love food MORE THAN ANYTHING. Sometimes I check the counter just to see what’s going on up there. I’m curious. It’s called being intelligent. I do stop when asked, which I think shows tremendous maturity for my age. Snow is my element. My coat was clearly designed for it and I refuse to take that for granted. I do get a little excited when I play sometimes and my mouth gets ahead of my brain, but I respond well to redirection and I think that says a lot about my character. Every morning I greet my foster mom like it’s the greatest moment of my entire life. Because it is. It always is. Every single morning is the greatest moment of my entire life. I am Itty Bitty and I am a very good girl and I just think whoever adopts me is going to be really, really lucky. Just saying.

Love, Bitty