My name is Lucky Seven!

Ni Hao Y'all, Seven here, sending out a what's up from sunny Yilan, Taiwan!

I'm a five month old puppy. My Mama was a Taiwanese street dog who was rescued by a nice Canadian couple. A few days after her rescue they realized that she was pregnant, with 11 puppies! You can imagine their surprise!

Anyways, I was the first puppy to be chosen for adoption, because of my super cool tiger stripe spots. Everybody who sees me comments on how totally awesome I look, so of course I would be the first of the litter to find a home. Alas, though, it turned out that while the husband of my new home really wanted a dog, the wife DID NOT. So that home fell through. Sigh?.

It's okay though, because now I have a foster home! I've got a foster sister, Dresden, a foster brother, Romulus, and even a foster cat, XiaoMao (Xiao is a bit of a snob though). Our human, who will hereby be referred to as Foster Mama Extraordinaire, has got me on a pretty sweet routine. At 7:30 am, she likes to go for a surf. That means that I get to spend two whole hours on the beach with my foster brother and sister! We wrestle a lot. It all looks pretty vicious, and since they're bigger than me, sometimes it looks like I'm losing. But I'm a tough pup and really we're having tons of fun, and getting lots of exercise.

Dresden and Romulus have taught me all sorts of good skills- for example, how to pummel into another dog at top speed, causing both of you to roll in the sand. TONS OF FUN!!!! The goal is actually to get as much sand in our fur as possible, because foster Mama E loves to vacuum every day. You just cannot separate her from that machine. Anyways, Dresden and Romulus have also tried to teach me to roll on dead fish. They think it smells goooooooooood. But I don't like it. I like to be a clean dog.

You'd think I might run away while Foster Mama E is out in the water, paddling around, but I don't. I'm a good boy and I wait for her on the beach. But I don't go swimming in when I see her catch a wave back to shore, like Dresden and Rommy do. That's too scary.

When we get home around 9:30, we play a game called, Who's the smelliest dog? This is where Foster Mama E smells each one of us in turn. It's a sort of a competition. And guess what the grand prize for the smelliest dog is? A bath! None of us have the heart to tell her that we don't really like baths. Anyways, I rarely win the competition because I don't do the dead fish roll thing.

I get free reign of the house until about 11am, when Foster Mama E ties me up to her desk while she works. She says I'm too young and I might pee in the house if she lets me run free for too long. So I usually nap at her feet while her fingers tap on the keyboard- clickety clack clickety clack! Sometimes I wonder why she doesn't do something more productive with her hands, like scratch me behind the ears. She says scratching me behind the ears won't put the kibble in the bowl. Duh. Putting the kibble in the bowl puts the kibble in the bowl.

At 1pm, we go out to the beach again, but only for a 30 minute walk. This means more wrestling, more sand, and more dead fish, and for Mama E, more vacuuming.

When we go inside, I run around for another hour then I go into my crate so I'm not underfoot while she does her chores. I don't protest. It's a good napping place.

At 5:30 we go out again, and as always I get lots of love when I relieve myself in the proper place. Wooo hoooo. Who's a good boy? Seven's a good boy!

Then Mama E goes to work, which means 4-5 hours in the crate. I don't mind it. I almost always get a treat going in. Mama E says, Seven, where's your purple blanket? and I run to my crate. At 9:30 or 10pm, it's back out on the beach for a lot of playing! Mama E loves me because I come right when she calls, and stay close to her all the time, and when she's ready to go in, I am too. Rommy and Dresi aren't so good.

Sometimes Foster Mama E sits down in a chair, buries her head in her hands, and moans, My house is a zoo, my house is a zoo, over and over. When she does this, I sit by her, giving her big, woeful eyes. I'm good at the woeful eye thing- I'm a dog, it's my birthright. Also, I have really cool Cleopatra style black eye-liner around my eyes, so the effect is particularly nice. When I do the eye thing, Foster Mama E picks me up and we have a nice cuddle. She tells me I'm a good boy and she'd like to keep me, but two dogs is her limit. Three dogs and one cat in one small apartment with one human is TOO MUCH she says.

We gotta go soft on her. Seven months ago, she had never even had a dog, and didn't want one! But Dresden, who was abandoned outside a convenience store, got to her (Dresi does a pretty good woeful eye herself), and then Rommy, who was hit by a car then abandoned on the beach, also got to her. In the last six months, Foster Mama E has adopted TWO dogs (Rommy and Dres) and has had THREE foster dogs, and ONE other pup that she watched for two weeks while her friends visited America. She called it a trial by fire. She likes me cause I'm pretty good about not ever peeing in the house. That woman hates urine on her floors with a burning passion. When I do my business outside she acts like it's Christmas and showers me with love and affection and sometimes a treat.

Anyways, what else can I tell you? My pictures do nothing to show my cuteness, because I won't stay still, and when the camera comes out I get a little sheepish- all that beeping, clicking and flashing makes me nervous. I'll probably grow up to be on the big side of medium. I LOVE other dogs, and I have a raging crush on the cat. I'm not aggressive with the kitties though- I just really like to put my face right next to her face. And sniff. A lot. I'm waiting for her to make the first move (you know, I go 90% and wait for her to do the last 10) but so far she just stares at me like I'm completely repulsive.

I suppose you might be interested to know why Foster Mama E really wants me to go to America. I mean, why not find a home in Taiwan?

Well, I'm a little under-appreciated here. People like those tiny yappy dogs, and I'll probably grow up to be a big boy. Also, there's a major street dog problem. Even good doggies get abandoned at the train station and the night market. Most people who are amenable to having a bigger dog already have one or several. Supply is overwhelming demand. That's probably true of America, too, but Foster Mama E can't help but hope that I'll find a good place in the USA. (She might be a little biased because she's American).

Even if I did find a good home in Taiwan, pet ownership is viewed a little differently here, and because I've grown used to an American style home (foster Mama E is a Californian with that whole my pets are part of my family' mentality), it might be hard for me to get used to a Taiwanese style set up.

Anyways, of course I'll be vaccinated before I ship off. Foster Auntie Abbie has it all under control for transportation, too- once I find a good home, I'll be able to hitch a ride with someone flying back to America. So all I need now is that good home.

Oh yeah, one more thing! When I run, my ears flop together, crossing at the tips, and then flop apart with every step. They seem too big for my head really. Foster Mama E thinks it's ADORABLE!!!

Thanks for reading about me =)