Contest Grand Prize Winner - Fennel

Fennel (now named Guinness) was originally submitted as an adoptable dog by Outta the Cage. Since becoming a contestant, Fennel/Guinness has been adopted! We wish Guinness and his new family many snort-filled days and nights of loud snoring with this CHEEKY MONKEY. Congrats Guinness on winning our contest as well as winning a new home and family!


Location: Los Angeles, CA

Fennel was found roaming the streets of Long Beach. He's now up for adoption and in our rescue's foster program. If Fennel were your dog, here’s how your day would go:

6:30 a.m.: Fennel is on his back on the dog bed, all four legs in the air, staring at you.

7:00 a.m.: You check email for the day while Fennel sits underneath my desk, snorting.

7:30 a.m.: Morning walk. Fennel spends more time pooping and peeing than he does walking.

9:00 a.m.: Breakfast! You feed Fennel dry kibble and you have cottage cheese and fruit. You are both miserable.

11:30 a.m.: Fennel wakes up from his nap and goes to get a drink of water.

11:33 a.m.: Fennel appears with a sock in his mouth. You chase him, yelling: “YOU CHEEKY MONKEY!!!”

12:45 p.m.: You finally catch Fennel. You're both exhausted and the sock is unrecognizable.

2:30 p.m.: Fennel wakes up from his nap. To avoid another purloined item of clothing, you take Fennel on a short walk. He poops for 5 minutes straight.

4:00 p.m.: Fennel has the zoomies and runs headlong into an end table, which now has a dent. “YOU CHEEKY MONKEY!” you yell. Fennel is unscathed.

5:30 p.m.: You can’t find Fennel.

5:35 p.m.: You discover Fennel in the backyard staring intently at a potato bug.

5:45 p.m.: Fennel is still staring at the potato bug, which is now on its back.

5:47 p.m.: The potato bug is gone and Fennel is making hacking noises.

7:00 p.m.: Dinner! Fennel has dry kibble and you have a piece of salmon the size of your palm and salad with lemon. You are both miserable.

8:00 p.m.: Leash walk. You greet a neighbor walking her dog. Fennel wags his tail and snorts. The neighbor crosses the street.

9:00 p.m.: You settle on the couch and turn on Rachel Maddow. Fennel is snoring. Then you realize that he is awake--he just snorts each time he hears the word “collusion.”

10:30 p.m.: Lights out. Fennel settles on his dog bed. “’Night, Cheeky Monkey!” you say, but his snoring is so loud he doesn't budge.