Hi!  My name is Smurf, and Bob is my dear cousin.  I have lived with my family for around 6 ½ years now, which would make me 7 ½.  My mom adopted me from a wonderful group called Misunderstood Pit Bull Rescue out of Richmond, VA when I was around 1 year old.  I remember the first time I saw my mom: I was in a cage at this big expo center, I think it was called Super Pet Expo or something like that.  I saw this beautiful woman walking down my row and around the corner.  I straightened myself up as tall as the crate would let me, and I focused my brown eyes on her, just like Superman stares hard at something to see thru it.  She looked over and we locked eyes, and I told her with my eyes “come and see me!”  She disappeared anyway, and I was so sad!  Then she came back a few minutes later and walked right up to my crate.  She asked my foster lady “can I see him?”  And soon after that I went home with her! 

Our family consists of my mom and dad, me of course, my older brother Bear (he’s a big black Newfoundland/chow/shepherd mix), and my older sister Sheba (she’s a beautiful Siberian husky).  I get to sleep in bed with my mom and dad every night, and I have my very own fuzzy blanket that I get covered over with to go to sleep.  I go to work with my mom every day, and I’m a big help she says!  My official title is greeter: if someone comes to the door, I have to greet them, ask what help they need, and assist them with it.  I’m very good at my job!  I have a big fuzzy blanket in my office to take naps in-between greeting people, and two Kong balls that I like to run around and tease people with. 

I hope that’s good enough for a bio, Cousin – I know you said to keep it “brief”, but I’m afraid I don’t know what that word means! 

Love,   Cousin S