One of these puppies is named Cupid and one is named Blitzen. (You might have deduced that their litter was born right before Christmas.) I thought I was clear about their names at the outset but now I’m confused. At any rate – they are adorable and VERY WELL BEHAVED. The only day they’ve pooped in their kennel is the day we were all iced in from work and school. And…who can blame them for that lapse?
…in a foster home far, far away (ok, actually it was my foster home)….two foster puppies weren’t posted on my blog until after they left. Luke and Leia were crazy precious. Sadly…I don’t remember right now which was the “dark one” and which was the “light one.” Luke was renamed Luther by the humane society when he went back to them because they already had a Luke.
In October, 2013, we collected two foster pups. Their momma’s name was Sugar so the shelter wanted the pups to have candy names. My brilliant daughter came up with the name Heath for the brown and black little boy. After a while, we settled on Honey for the little girl – a mostly white puppy with only one blue eye. These pups lived up to their sweet names and our miniature schnauzer Henry seemed to love these little guys. We worried about Honey because she stayed tiny and skinny and near the end of her stay with us, she had a seizure. That was a new and very scary experience but apparently isn’t terribly uncommon for puppies. The shelter hypothesized that her blood sugar might have dipped too low. Thankfully, our foster contact later sent us a picture of Honey in her new home, happily cuddling with a stuffed dragon. Both the pups were adopted into loving homes and are doing well. We are relieved and happy to know that they are with their new families, snuggling up with love as the weather gets colder!
My daughter’s friend named her Betty on Sunday evening when he was over at our house for a visit. Betty came from another shelter bearing the name “Sky,” which didn’t seem right. Once he said “Betty” we knew it was a match. We only get this little sweetie for about two weeks. She didn’t cry at all during the ride home (most pups scream the whole time they are in the transport kennels) and she seems to just know what humans expect.
As you can see…she has the sweetest face in the entire world.
On May 7, 2013, our family lost Watson – our wonderful miniature schnauzer. Very quickly, we realized that our house was too empty without a pet but we weren’t sure we were ready to adopt right away so we fostered Henry, a 3-year-old miniature schnauzer, for a while. In short order we realized he belonged in our family. Henry is our new dog and we love him so much. We’ve re-learned that every dog has his or her own personality. Henry is very athletic and somewhat more independent than Watson was. He’s also calmer around strangers and very willing to let you pick him up and turn him upside down as you cuddle. Henry has a few bad habits that still need work…but together we are getting there!
And here is our memorial to Watson:
Ok. So when I have to take this little guy back to the shelter, my heart will break. He is the sweetest, most gentle pup I’ve ever met. (And at this point, I’m racking up introductions to puppies so that’s saying something.) I’ve named him Sherlock, which is very dangerous, especially since I chose the name to match my existing dog (Watson).
Anyway – I hope someone I know adopts him so we can stay in touch. Either way, I suspect he’ll be snatched up and adopted within an hour of being put out on the “floor.”
Foster puppies are precious, but each set discovers a new way to destroy my tiny little garden. I have a big yard, but for some reason they are drawn to my broccoli and lettuce. I know, I know – I need a fence. I also need to exercise every day, organize my closet and finish my novel. I guarantee you that a few of those things will NOT be happening this year. Hopefully I’ll manage a fence before the next round of pups and a novel before Christmas.
These three little brothers are terribly precious. You can see from the two biggest brothers that there must be a little Rottweiler in them, but the smallest boy looks just like a Lab. I feel awful about this, but I can’t remember their names because I heard the names in passing as I was struggling to hold their travel cage. All I remember is that their names all began with a “C” – so I’m referring to them as The Crew.
The little black Lab (whom I refuse to name because I’m already TERRIBLY attached to him) is one of the most gentle, loving dogs I ever met. I’ve already taken him down to visit a neighbor, trying to convince her that he needs to be a member of her family. When you pick him up, he just nestles right into your arms. As a matter of fact, he might be worth a trip down to Austin from Portland, Maine if my nieces wanted to adopt him!