One Man's Trash...

Cosmo was a literal throwaway.

Someone dumped him on the side of a dirt road in backwoods Alabama.  By the time my sister's friends picked him up and brought him to us, he was scarred, emaciated, dehydrated, and full of worms.  Sister took him to the vet and began the medicine and food regimen as prescribed by the doctor.  After a short time, puppy love Cosmo began to show us just how awesome he could be.  His legs were awkwardly long, and his feet were much too large for his body, but his clumsiness was adorable and his face was so sweet.  We "tried" to find a home for him, but had already fallen for those big hazel eyes.

At least he was already potty-trained.

Thus began the chaos.  He is spoiled and he misbehaves.  I did some research and found that he will probably be an "adolescent" for much longer than we originally thought.

He plays fetch, but prefers tug-of-war.  He loves shoes (especially new shoes) and women's underwear (a special affinity for blue bras).  The words "leash," "car," "vet," "bath," and "bed" make him cower and or/hide.  The words "pizza," "treat," "pizza treat," "outside," and "doofus" make him wag his tail (and knock over everything in his path.)  He loves to eat books, bookcases, wicker baskets, dry wall, any toy you give him, the squeakers out of squeaky toys, and really anything that he probably shouldn't eat.

Nachos, pizza, and green beans are his favorite foods... He'll try to remove them from your hand/plate/counter/table/fridge if you aren't paying attention.

When he's ready to come inside (or get out of my room) he attempts to turn the doorknob.  Luckily, our old doorknobs are a bit tricky to open even for those of us with thumbs, but I imagine he'll figure it out soon.  We have to keep a small screwdriver handy to unlock my door, as his attempts usually mange to turn that silly lock.  He also turns off the ceiling fan and opens the curtains when he gets too bored.

He also loves to (try to) eat electricity.  He likes cords, but only the ones that are plugged in.  I think he gets a (literal?) buzz.

He loves to chase children (to play, not attack) and dogs (to attack, not play).  He also thinks he is much smaller than his 60+ lbs.  I guess that is what happens when all your doggy brothers and sisters are small dogs under 20lbs.

He's survived near-starvation/dehydration, Parvovirus, and another unknown illness.  He might outlive us all.

He is Cosmo the Labracadoberman Wonderdog.