Krispy

First, let's get one thing clear.... I'm in charge. My name is Krispy and don't let that fool you. Just because I look like I've been sprinkled with sugar doesn't make me a sweet and fluffy donut. I'm more like a sugar sprinkled hot pepper! When I met the Foster Mom, I made sure to cut a hole in her jeans with my super-ninja puppy teeth, just to show her how tough I am. She was pretty impressed. Since she's figured out I'm in charge, I let her hold me. Yeah, it's nice to be held, but I'd rather go chase something...WooHoo! I like to go fast and play hard. That Human kid has a yellow ball that is so much fun to chase. Whew! I think I need to take a break. I guess I need to eat more, so I can keep up with Rose and our Playmaster. She's a really big dog, and she's helping all of us learn big dog things. I really like her, she's all business. OK, I'll tell you about myself. I'm already a big dog. Been that way ever since I can remember. Not sure why I got all this soft and fluffy hair coming in. At just 10 pounds, the Humans just coo and caw over how cute I am... and all I want to do is show off my big dog skills. I'm really glad that the Foster House has so many big dogs. The Foster Mom says I'm gonna be the toughest, cutie-pa-tootie ever. Not really sure how big a dog that is, but that'll be me, real soon. I've already mastered the dog door, crating up, and I think I already know what that "go potty" thing is all about. I hope we - Me, my brothers and Rose - can find the Forever Homes that the Foster Mom keeps talking about. Sounds like that's the place for me. A Home that I can call my own, with Humans to love me, take care of me, and let me be in charge.