Gibson is no different. He is a dog who likes to be in charge of things. He likes to know where his ball is. He likes to be in charge of who gets to walk down the street while he is walking on the street. He even likes to try to be in charge of his person.
While Gibby has been in foster care, he's been learning that it's ok for him to take some time off of the whole Bark Vader gig, and he's getting the hang of a world where other people are in charge.
To that end, his foster mom has disinvited him to sleep in the people bed, on account of that privilege seemed to be telling Gibson that his foster mom was HIS AND HIS ALONE and he was getting a bit snippy with anyone who was talking to her or hugging her or otherwise expressing interest in HIS PROPERTY. Now that Gibson is sleeping in his crate, his attitude has shifted.
Gibson still needs a person who can resist the pull of those dark and shiny, brown and beautiful eyes; he'll need someone who can say no to his occasional challenges ("What? Oh, this bed? This is the one I shouldn't be on? My mistake!") while providing him with the recommended daily allowance of tummy rubs, walks, and nylabones.
If you think that you fit the bill, check out Gibson's bio. Could be you were made for each other, hints
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