Scrambull . . .

My name is Scrambull, and I am the one male out of the Phattie litter from Buzz (Border/Jack) and Merc (Staffie Bull). I was picked for my mother because I was a little nerdy but sweet boy who ate a wicker basket and got sick when the rest of the litter was tested. At this time, my outstanding physical quality is the odd little beard that grows from my chin and my somewhat large feet. The jury is out on how I'll cute/handsome I'll be when I grow up, but I certainly do look like a staffie-terrier.

Everybody thinks that I am inquisitive, very loving and quite bright. I excel at problem-solving; I know how to sit, down, touch, tug, chase and retrieve a ball, and I am working on mastering the art of getting food from the "Buster Ball". My mother is also trying to train me to catch kibble. I try very hard at this exercise - it is very motivating. I have attended a few tournaments already and just love to hang out with my litter-mates and the bigger dogs and watch all of the action. I hope to be very fast some day and be able to jump over low jumps.

Scrambull lives with Holly, and Spirit.

Scrambull. . .