A couple of weeks ago we got another foster dog. Very sweet. She still has some anxiety issues, but has settled in remarkable fast. This is really a great dog. She’s going to be a terrific companion for someone. I mean, besides me. 😉 But until then, I get all the kisses! You can never have enough of canine cuddles!
Rescue. Foster. Adopt. Pick 1, 2, or all 3, whatever works for you. There are a lot of great dogs out there who just need a good home. (And don’t forget, kitty-cats need love, too.) Rescue. Foster. Adopt. Do your part to save the life or change the life of a fellow creature. 😀
The dog I was fostering was adopted into a good home. 🙂
In other news, in case you missed it, I’ve joined Instagram. Besides the occasional pic cross-posted here, I’ve got a collection of thumbnail Instagram pics in the sidebar.
When you foster a dog, or rescue a dog by adoption, you get to see the dog go from being a pathetic thing who doesn’t know how to enjoy life — or even that life is something that should be enjoyed — to a bright vivacious happy dog, who revels in his/her new life and enjoys every minute of it (except baths). This is the dog we’re fostering, feeling happier than he’s ever been. I think this bit of photo editing captures his bright future perfectly!
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.