My first walk

So, rescue day got a little better after that bath...

I got a walk through the neighborhood!  My foster people put on my leash and we were off!  First, I sniffed, and sniffed, and sniffed.  Of course, my puppy-coordination isn't always the best.  All that sniffing lead me to walk straight into a telephone pole. And I may have sort of tripped into a bit of a grassy ditch.  Those foster people just laughed at me, so I wagged my tail and started sniffing along again.  Then I met some nice other dogs and got to say hello.  I even met a toddler around the corner.  I said hello with a lick on her chin and a wag of my tail.

When we got back to the foster-house, I was awful tired from all that rescue day excitement:

pretty skinny, i know.  but don't worry, these foster people are workin on fattenin' me up

no one said anything about a bath...

maybe my sad face will make them turn the water off...

nope, didn't work...

My escape!

Sunday was my escape day.  Here's a shot of me at the shelter:

Sad and skinny.  (Truth be told: I was putting on my best pathetic-homeless-puppy face)

Volunteers said I was one of the quiet pups at the shelter.  One who didn't bark and jump when people walked by.  Volunteers thought potential adopters were just passing me by since I didn't bother to make a big 'ol scene and get myself noticed.  Really, I was so tired and scared, I just felt like sleeping and laying in the back of my kennel.  But when a volunteer took me out, I wiggled, and gave kisses, and liked to snuggle up (and, of course, be puppy-style-excited to get out of that shelter building).

More after the break! 

About me

Hi everyone!  I'm Peyton, the pit bull puppy and I'm available for adoption!  I'm about 8 months old, which means I am a goofy-silly-steal-your-socks-but-sleep-through-the-night sort of puppy.  My fosters tell me I am calm for my age, and am great with other dogs and kids (who also seem to love me!).  I'm good in my crate, walk nicely on my leash, and, well, oh-so-lovable.

Lost Dog rescued me from the Philadelphia city shelter, where I was left behind by people who no longer wanted me.  Luckily, while I was at the shelter some nice volunteers befriended me (and taught me great tricks, like sit, lay down, and how to walk on a leash!) and told my rescuers what a great boy I was.  Today I'm in a foster home in Virginia, learning all the tricks to being a good young pup (and maybe also stealing a flip flop or two). 

My shelter mug shot.  I think it's pretty handsome, all things considered!

Check back here to find out more about my escape from Philadelphia, adventures in my foster home, or to meet me and help me find my forever home!