It's about time for my profile to be updated. Abbreviated version: I was 9 months old when my Mom discovered me at a rescue meetup. She was told I was able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, but she adopted me anyway (could be because I'm so exotic looking). While she was driving me to her home, I immediately jumped from the cargo area of her small SUV, all the way to her lap while she was driving. She was convinced that I had no training or any manners, either! So, the name Pogo was suggested as a tribute to the good old fashioned pogo stick! Mom spent many weeks teaching me good things for treats (positive training). At least I was crate trained and she even bought me a soft crate which I absolutely LOVE. I wasn't house trained until at least a year old. I was just being stubborn, not knowing what was expected of me.

I love the new backyard Mom made for me. It's really Pogo friendly and I don't come into the house anymore with muddy paws. Many of the dogs in the neighborhood come over to play when the weather's warmish.I LOVE IT! Nothing like playing with neighbors in my new fenced in yard, and I get to be the boss (hehe). Sometimes neighborhood kids come over to play, too without any doggies. I love that almost as much.

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