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.
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!
Minnie was the tiniest puppy we’ve fostered so far, but she also had the BIGGEST personality! She was so small that even though we kept her for a long time, she still wasn’t two pounds – so she wasn’t big enough for her “no-babies-for-me” surgery. We enjoyed her company and cracked up when we had to bathe her (which was more often that she would have preferred) because she looked like a drowned rat in the sink. Her “forever family” was able to serve as a foster-to-adopt family for her and I cried when I dropped her off with them at the shelter. Here’s one of my favorite pictures…she would go right up to our dog Watson and take his toy away from him. His toy was even bigger than she was, but she didn’t seem to care and Watson sure didn’t know what to do with her!