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My brother got a dog yesterday. It's an American Staffordshire terrier, it's name is Dest Acer Golden Phantom, but we call it Fanta, and it is the cutest thing ever. And it's a he.
Fanta is actually almost two years old. We got him for free - his last owner had to give him away because of a new member in the family who is allergic to dog hair. A sad situation, without a doubt, but I am sure we can give Fanta a good home. There is nothing in this dog that is not to love - he is the embodiment of canine affection and intelligence. Just this morning he learned how to open doors and dashed out with the supposed intent of accomanying my brother to work (he fixes cars - Fanta is crazy about riding in a car - lolz). He seems to have adapted nicely - my brother is already the boss and I seem to be the second in command. Fanta had a rough patch with my mother in the beginning, but that was probably because she approcahed him too fast - he was in a new, unknown enivronment and would have needed some time. They get along just fine now, though. Strangely enough Fanta's attitude towards her changed immediately after I and my bro had taken him out for a half an hour of play time.
The plan is for my brother to move to Finland to his girlfriend's place as soon as possible and if that ever happens he would take Fanta with him. That is not going to happen for at least a month, though, because of all the necessary vaccines and medicines and yadda yadda, so I can relax and enjoy some time with the dog. He really is the most lovable little guy. Even made me wonder if I should get one myself. I think I actually will, once Fanta is gone.
I'd post some pictures, but I cannot upload them from file at this moment, I don't have a Photobucket account, and I am not going to make one solely for the purpose of this post. But rest assured, I will post pictures. You have been warned.
Fanta is actually almost two years old. We got him for free - his last owner had to give him away because of a new member in the family who is allergic to dog hair. A sad situation, without a doubt, but I am sure we can give Fanta a good home. There is nothing in this dog that is not to love - he is the embodiment of canine affection and intelligence. Just this morning he learned how to open doors and dashed out with the supposed intent of accomanying my brother to work (he fixes cars - Fanta is crazy about riding in a car - lolz). He seems to have adapted nicely - my brother is already the boss and I seem to be the second in command. Fanta had a rough patch with my mother in the beginning, but that was probably because she approcahed him too fast - he was in a new, unknown enivronment and would have needed some time. They get along just fine now, though. Strangely enough Fanta's attitude towards her changed immediately after I and my bro had taken him out for a half an hour of play time.
The plan is for my brother to move to Finland to his girlfriend's place as soon as possible and if that ever happens he would take Fanta with him. That is not going to happen for at least a month, though, because of all the necessary vaccines and medicines and yadda yadda, so I can relax and enjoy some time with the dog. He really is the most lovable little guy. Even made me wonder if I should get one myself. I think I actually will, once Fanta is gone.
I'd post some pictures, but I cannot upload them from file at this moment, I don't have a Photobucket account, and I am not going to make one solely for the purpose of this post. But rest assured, I will post pictures. You have been warned.
