As I mentioned in A Caffeinated Week, I’m not writing at the moment. The mss is still with beta readers and I’m fostering a dog. This dog was neglected, malnourished, and had little human contact. The owner reluctantly surrendered the half-wild (and multiplying) pack she couldn’t take care of. I’m the transition person: the one who gets the dog in shape to be adopted. In this case it means putting some meat on his bones, housebreaking, crate training, leash training, and socialization, as well as taking him for vet appts. (The rescue group pays for medical.) We got him 3 weeks ago today. He’s now housebroken, crate-trained, and is mostly good on a leash. He’s also high heartworm positive. The rescue group has lately been inundated with HW positive dogs and they’re raising money for treatment. His turn will come soon. He’s very shy around people, though playful with our other dogs. He’s learned about belly rubs (in this pic he’s lying on quilt backing that needed washing anyway) and treats. He loves excursions in the car, which is astonishing considering that the only car trip he’d had before was to the vet to be neutered and get shots…and to come home with us. He’s up to 13 lbs now, no longer scary-thin. He’s part Yorkie, with a bit of Maltese (and who-knows-what else), so his fur is very soft. I’m teaching him about cuddling.
I’m dreaming of a day when no dog will ever be so neglected that they have to be taught to snuggle.