Hi, my name is BRYAN and I'm about seven years old. I started out having a perfect life - just me and my Mom, and we were inseparable. I didn't understand just how sick she was. Then one day, she left and never came home. they said herbody stopped being perfect.
I was going to be fine, though, cuz Grandma thought I was pretty darn near perfect, and cuz she knew how important I was to her perfect daughter. Grandma took as good care of me as she could afford, and we were doing alright. Then Grandma got sick, and she had to go to a special place to live for people who are no longer perfect. So here I am, a rescue dog. Who would've thought something like this could happen to a dog as perfect as I?
I've settled into my foster home quite well, and I get along great with the other dogs here. I'm calm, friendly, and well-behaved in the house. When outside, I love to sniff around a lot. You see, I am not quite perfect, either. I am almost perfectly blind, and I don't hear too well, either.
That doesn't mean that I'm not perfectly happy, cuz I am! I am also a perfect gentleman in the house. I've been told that I am on medical hold, which is fine by me. I am perfectly content to wait for just the perfect home for me. I know it's out there somewhere, just waiting for the perfect moment to find me!
I guess I should mention that I had some masses removed and that the biopsy results said that it was "worrisome". The dog-ter said we could operate again and try for clean margins, or we could just watch the area for a few months for changes.
So... I've got one more month to go before I will be declared darn near perfect again. Doyou think my new forever home will find me about the same time? I hope so, cuz that would be absolutely perfect!
Fostered in AR.
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BRYAN
