Hiya all you great furkid lovers. You may remember reading in the September newsletter, all about a cute little furgal called Wendy and her awesome “Sugar Daddy” – yep you guessed it, I’m that Daddy – the magical, debonair, one and only Tricky Ricky 🙂
Why tricky I hear you ask? Simple! I can get anyone at anytime to give me a treat by just giving a nod or a little swagger of my cute little ……um, er, well my cute little rear end ! I know I’m a little short in stature but I’m larger than life when it comes to charm and charisma. Oh and modesty is not a weak point for me either. Heh heh
I came to live at Dogtown early in 2013, the details are not that important now but its safe to say that there are some humans out there for whom owning and caring for a furkid is about as important to them as is an ashtray on a Harley Davidson.
I was eight years old at the time and although I was diagnosed with hip dysplasia and arthritis the furgents here didn’t stand a chance when I turned on my charm with the furgals whom would all swoon when I passed them be ( there goes that modesty thing again … )
Well here it is nearly the end of 2015 and I’m now a mature senior here at Doggy Utopia. Hey, hey none of that “ag shame” nonsense. I’m still very active although I do creak a little when I move around and even though I ain’t that quick anymore I’m still regarded as quite a catch by many of the furgals – just ask Wendy for any references!
I spend a lot of my time now just chilling and watching the comings and goings around the centre. Of course I readily offer advice to the younger furguys on how to be cool and woo the furgals. This is usually done quite inconspicuously when we are out walking and generally socialising with each other.
Anyway that’s enough of me barking on about myself. Let me tell you a bit about this pawsome place called Dogtown. I have a really nice little garden run that I share (as you know) with Wendy. We also have this great little house that we can curl up in at night or when the weather is a bit harsh. My caregivers here, all really great peeps, certainly know how to spoil me and I really enjoy lying in their laps while they give me a cuddle and a message – something they call Ttouch. Although I must confess, I sometimes have to give them a gentle “friendly reminder” if they get to enthusiastic on some of my sensitive areas.
We also have our daily life enrichment which includes long casual walks, sometimes with just me and my gal and other times with some of my furry colleagues. On very hot days we may just sit with our caregivers while they teach and show us the finer points concerning how we should conduct ourselves and behave at all times – a bit like finishing school heh heh. But we know these are important lessons to be learnt if we are going to go to our forever homes.
Talking of which, I would really like to live with a more mature family that understands the adversities that accompany furries of advanced years. Of course if they could also continue with my regular sessions of “tickle touch” or Ttouch as my caregivers would prefer I call it, then a very contented “furry oupa” I would be.