The Dog who was told she was a Dalmation

Wait a minute. Let's get one little thing straight - I like Dalmations; I've always found them to be a lot of fun, but the gal I lived with wanted me to be one and I'm just not.

I'm Tina. I'm playful, love the water, very affectionate, and have a bit of an identity issue. Not for me, of course. I'm clear on who I am. A dog. An ideal dog. One who is looking for a home and I'd like folks to know that there's a good possibility that I could be an Aussie/couch potato/kitty mix.

"Well", I say, "yeah, the couch potato part was pretty clear. You folks here at the animal shelter saw right through my soft eyes and yummy soft coat that you can just sink your faces into as I roll over and you tuck yourself into into my body and listen as I hum. Almost like a purr? Ummmmmm, I am lovin' this".

Excuse me if I say this, but do Dals have the soft coat that I do? Nothing against Dals, of course.

The folks here at GADAB took me out to the park, played with me, even have a little pool out there that I love to jump in and out of, and - this was kind of big - showed me how to play with toys, which I love, love, love. I can toss stuffed toys into the air and sometimes I bring them back to the person who threw it for me so they can throw it again. Woo-hoo!!!

Now I'm available for adoption at Animal Care and Control in San Francisco. And if you're looking for a Dal, google Dalmation Rescue.
Written by Corinne.