Robert the Bruce

UPDATE 2013/03/10: He's been adopted! Not terribly surprising; he is a personable lad.

Robert the Bruce - so-named because of his excellent victory poses - was born on December 30th, 2012, along with his three sisters. All four came as something of a surprise, as their mother (whom I adopted from a shelter) retained her girlish figure until late in the pregnancy. He was a breach birth, poor thing, born with a tongue that just barely fit in his mouth.

Now he uses that tongue for kisses. He will kiss you. Oh yes. He is also adorably goofy and fun to be with, ready to fling himself into any danger! He is mostly pee pad trained and his foster mama has managed to teach him the command for 'wait'. He likes rawhide bones and ropes - basically stuff he can chew on.

His mother is Buffy, who is probably part corgi given her colouring, features, and squat legs. (She is smaller and cuter, though. Cuter than a corgi, you exclaim incredulously? It's true!) His father is a mystery wrapped in an enigma.

Younger brother to Julia Caesar. (Believe me. I was there. They were born three hours apart.)

(On a related note, I am looking for someone flying to Chicago or Michigan by March 30th to transport Robert's sister Isabella the She-Wolf of France to her new home. If you know someone who fits this description, please contact me ASAP!)