Humane Society Silicon Valley
I know what you’re going to do and please, please don’t do it. The opera thing. Everyone does it because of my name. And because I’m such a nice dog, and I’m so happy to see you, I wag, dance and spin around in circles. Here’s what I’m really thinking – I love you. You’re awesome, but for the love of all that is holy, no more opera! It’s been almost four months since I got here, and trust me, I’ve heard a lot of Pavarotti impressions. While our staff and volunteers are amazing, no one here is going to be winning “The Voice” any time soon if you know what I mean. Let’s skip the ‘Figaro’ and go right to the bit where you meet me, discover how awesome I am, and we live happily ever after.
Honestly, I am a great dog. Just ask any of the volunteers, and they’ll be happy to tell you. I’m housebroken, friendly with everyone, and great with kids. You know how people ask, “Who’s a good boy?” I can tell you that I am a good boy, a very good boy. I’m so good that when corporate volunteer groups meet dogs, I’m the ambassador dog that hangs out with them. My room is so popular with volunteers and staff that it’s practically a tourist destination. Everyone comes in to say hello, gets a kiss and hangs out to chat. Yes, I’m a little older – 9 years, to be exact – and a tan Chihuahua mix in a state overrun with tan Chihuahuas. That isn’t my fault and those others don’t speak to who I am. Because, I AM the good boy. Come meet me and see for yourself.
What would your dream job be? A massage therapist or life coach or something along those lines. I make people feel good – It’s just what I do. That’s why everybody here stops in to say hello to me or comes by for a visit if their day isn’t going well. If I could find a way to make a living doing that it would just be fantastic. Of course I’m hampered by the fact I don’t have thumbs, and I only speak dog.
If you could have opposable thumbs for a day, what would you do? I am a dog, so some of that is pretty obvious – the fridge, etc. But my big thing? I’d walk out of my room, catch a bus downtown and go to the mall or someplace busy. I’d walk up to every single person and say, “Hi I’m Figaro, and I am THE good boy.” Every single person. I’d show them how good I am and then one of them would say “You are great” and we’d go back to Humane Society Silicon Valley and fill out my paperwork.
What’s your favorite song? “All of me, why not take all of me…” It’s just a hint folks, just a hint. But, no opera please.