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!
Adventures in Fostering Puppies 