My name is Valentino and I have a foot fetish. I can't help it; I just love feet. Well shoes, mostly. I love chewing and licking toes and shoes and even socks. Kristen doesn't seem to appreciate my love. She's always shaking a loud soda can fill of pennies out me to get me to stop my chewing. But come on, just look at this delicious shoe. Could you resist???
Last night Kristen took me to meet my first dog since leaving my litter and to meet her friends. Zek is a Boston Terrier and quite a bit bigger than me. But I don't consider myself as a small guy so I had no problem chasing him around the living room. Zek didn't quite now what to make of me; I think he was actually a little scared of me! Imagine that! Scared of me! I also met a sweet little boy named Isaiah. He thought I was pretty cute and gave me this new toy. Thanks, Isaiah! X0X0, Valentino
Last night I got a little too rambunctious and knocked over my baby gate. Man was that scary! It didn't hit me, but it really freaked me out. I wouldn't let Kristen put me down for over an hour and I was pretty sure the lamp and pictures might be the next to fall. Luckily they didn't. So I guess I just need to be more careful in the future....
It's been a busy, interesting week. My new person, Kristen, brought me to her apartment this Saturday. (We met before when she chose my out of all the litter! She said I was just so handsome!) Kristen's apartment is very interesting: there are many exciting nooks and crannies to explore and get stuck in. Luckily Kristen is there to help me if I can't find my way out.
I've heard many other dogs in our apartment building. I haven't seen any, but they sound a lot bigger than me. Once I'm big enough Kristen says I can meet them and go outside to something called a dog park.
At night she has me sleeping in something called a crate. I don't mind it so long as she puts the crate in her bedroom. The first night the crate was all the way in the living room; it was really scary being in the room by myself in that big, dark room. I like knowing that she's close by.
She also feeds my delicious treats when I do something she wants, like walk on a thing called a leash. It still seems a little strange, but I'll do almost anything for a peanut butter doggie treat.
A cosmopolitan canine with a fine eye for fashion and general fabulousness. It's fitting then that my person, Kristen, named me after a man that loved pugs and fashion as much as she does: the great Valentino Clemente Ludovico Garavani. Via Valentino!