Go ahead – introduce yourself, princess.
Hi, my name is Lucy but my foster momma calls me Princess Licks-a-Lot.
Oh honey, my house isn’t ready for a foster just yet. I’m more like your adoption advocate.
An ad … adv … momma says she calls me that because I can’t hold my licker. Why does everyone snicker when she says that?
I’m just a big lover, and when your current residence is the local county shelter with a hundred other dogs … well, I just can’t contain myself when someone comes up to pet me. I mean, really - a wagging tail just isn’t sufficient to show you how much love I have to give.
Momma says that I get a bit too enthusiastic about wanting to lick your face, so a family with small children might not be a good fit for me. I’m not one of those BIG Pitties, but I’m no frail flower either.
We went to two different adoption events last weekend. Momma said she was very impressed with how well I rode in the car.
Even when you had to give the crate up so we could give Burley a ride home.
It was a nice end to the day – curling up in the back seat on the ride home.
And you gave me a nice little kiss on the back of my neck.
[Giggle] … It was jealous ‘cause of all the kisses I gave you under your chin earlier in the day.
Momma says we have to go now, but she’ll let me come back soon and tell you more about myself. Or better yet, stop by the WCAC between noon and six any day of the week – my licker is always ready for some kisses.
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