Day 2 in my foster home – The Foster Lady was very excited when let me out of this crate this morning. She was saying ‘Good girl Leni, no accidents, what a good, good girl’. She gave me this yummy lamb and rice dog food and then took me to the place called ‘outside’ where there was lots of wind! I relieved myself and the The Foster Lady was sooooooooooo happy and told me ‘good girl’ so many times. But after that, I just wanted to go back into that thing called a house. It’s too cold out here and honestly, I’m a little scared, because it reminds of my time on the run in the big noisy city, after they took my puppies away from me and I was worried about them, trying to find them!
Back in ‘the house’, I wagged my tail to show The Foster Lady that I was happy and licked her face, which she calls ‘a kiss’. She put me back in the ‘crate’ and a few minutes later, those big doggies of hers come barreling down the stairs. This time, they ignored me and were very excited to go to that ‘outside’ place…very excited. Something about a squirrel! I’ll have to check it out the next time I go ‘outside’. Then they came barreling back in. They don’t look too much like me, though I know that they are dogs. They are red and white and much, much fatter than me, especially that big girl. Am I going to get that fat? I don’t know that I want to be as fat as that one older one! I want to be sleek and sexy. I guess it will take time. Next The Foster Lady took something she called a ‘ropie’ and gave it to those big dogs and they ran back upstairs with it. I heard terrible noises in the upstairs and The Foster Lady telling them to play nicely with their ‘ropie’. After a little bit, it got quiet and I could hear those big dogs working on their ‘bonies’. There are these ‘bonies’ all over the house. I have two in my ‘crate’ and they taste great.
End of Day 2 – The Foster Lady told me that she had to go back to PACCA today because she had found out that Loretta was adopted and she needed to say ‘goodbye’ to her. I told her to give a shout out to my girls at the shelter who were forced to have babies for people, just so they could sell them for cash and then dump us when they got tired of us. The girls in this little Maternity Club are currently: Lydia, Georgia, Lil Mama, Sweetie, Missy, Heather, Loretta and Bijoux. These people they call ‘backyard breeders’ and they make The Foster Lady crazy. I heard her say that she lies awake at night, trying to think of how to shut them DOWN. I only know that I had puppies a couple of times (actually I lost count) and sometimes they would take them away from me before they were ready to leave me and that was very, very upsetting. Puppies should say with their mommies for at least 6-8 weeks. I worried a lot about it and I don’t want to think about what might have happened to them. The Foster Lady said she got her first bully because her son went to a backyard breeder and paid $250 for a brindle bully like me. He was the runt of the litter! His health was always bad, and she said he died when he was 2 of something called ‘anemia’. She said that she had hated bullies for no good reason before that, and after having him in her life, vowed to do all she could for us. But back to this crazy house; the older fat one is called Lily and the big meat-head pushover is called Stan. I know he’s a pushover cause I watched from my crate and when he was drinking his water, that Lily pushed in and he just stood aside and let her do whatever she wanted to. I’ve heard that Lily was ‘on-the-road’ in New Jersey for who knows how long, but she never had puppies….so that one ups me on her. Now she’s living the plush life, eating people food even!, and sleeping in a bed with The Foster Lady and Mr. Meat-head. Wow. Anyway, The Foster Lady is so happy I have not had an accident…hey, who would want to…I mean, I’m in this crate when I am not outside with her. Tonight, she did put those big dogs upstairs and let them loll around on her bed with their bonies. She told me that we needed some QT…Quality Time. I ate a big dinner and then I got to explore around the downstairs and then I hopped on each piece of furniture to see which one was most comfortable. I ended up on the sofa with The Foster Lady, watching something called ‘TV’. One show even had a dog barking on it…I thought I was back at the shelter! But pretty soon, I settled down next to The Foster Lady after giving her lots of kisses, while she told me how beautiful and extraordinary I was. It’s so quiet here and I let out one of those big dog-sighs-of-contentment while The Foster Lady sipped her white wine. Feels good, real good.
Back in ‘the house’, I wagged my tail to show The Foster Lady that I was happy and licked her face, which she calls ‘a kiss’. She put me back in the ‘crate’ and a few minutes later, those big doggies of hers come barreling down the stairs. This time, they ignored me and were very excited to go to that ‘outside’ place…very excited. Something about a squirrel! I’ll have to check it out the next time I go ‘outside’. Then they came barreling back in. They don’t look too much like me, though I know that they are dogs. They are red and white and much, much fatter than me, especially that big girl. Am I going to get that fat? I don’t know that I want to be as fat as that one older one! I want to be sleek and sexy. I guess it will take time. Next The Foster Lady took something she called a ‘ropie’ and gave it to those big dogs and they ran back upstairs with it. I heard terrible noises in the upstairs and The Foster Lady telling them to play nicely with their ‘ropie’. After a little bit, it got quiet and I could hear those big dogs working on their ‘bonies’. There are these ‘bonies’ all over the house. I have two in my ‘crate’ and they taste great.
End of Day 2 – The Foster Lady told me that she had to go back to PACCA today because she had found out that Loretta was adopted and she needed to say ‘goodbye’ to her. I told her to give a shout out to my girls at the shelter who were forced to have babies for people, just so they could sell them for cash and then dump us when they got tired of us. The girls in this little Maternity Club are currently: Lydia, Georgia, Lil Mama, Sweetie, Missy, Heather, Loretta and Bijoux. These people they call ‘backyard breeders’ and they make The Foster Lady crazy. I heard her say that she lies awake at night, trying to think of how to shut them DOWN. I only know that I had puppies a couple of times (actually I lost count) and sometimes they would take them away from me before they were ready to leave me and that was very, very upsetting. Puppies should say with their mommies for at least 6-8 weeks. I worried a lot about it and I don’t want to think about what might have happened to them. The Foster Lady said she got her first bully because her son went to a backyard breeder and paid $250 for a brindle bully like me. He was the runt of the litter! His health was always bad, and she said he died when he was 2 of something called ‘anemia’. She said that she had hated bullies for no good reason before that, and after having him in her life, vowed to do all she could for us. But back to this crazy house; the older fat one is called Lily and the big meat-head pushover is called Stan. I know he’s a pushover cause I watched from my crate and when he was drinking his water, that Lily pushed in and he just stood aside and let her do whatever she wanted to. I’ve heard that Lily was ‘on-the-road’ in New Jersey for who knows how long, but she never had puppies….so that one ups me on her. Now she’s living the plush life, eating people food even!, and sleeping in a bed with The Foster Lady and Mr. Meat-head. Wow. Anyway, The Foster Lady is so happy I have not had an accident…hey, who would want to…I mean, I’m in this crate when I am not outside with her. Tonight, she did put those big dogs upstairs and let them loll around on her bed with their bonies. She told me that we needed some QT…Quality Time. I ate a big dinner and then I got to explore around the downstairs and then I hopped on each piece of furniture to see which one was most comfortable. I ended up on the sofa with The Foster Lady, watching something called ‘TV’. One show even had a dog barking on it…I thought I was back at the shelter! But pretty soon, I settled down next to The Foster Lady after giving her lots of kisses, while she told me how beautiful and extraordinary I was. It’s so quiet here and I let out one of those big dog-sighs-of-contentment while The Foster Lady sipped her white wine. Feels good, real good.
3 comments:
Hey Leni
Another dog with a blog.
How`s it going?
This whole dog with a blog thing is getting to be pretty popular.
Thank your foster mom for boycotting Ontario.
Ask all your dog friend families to please do the same.
We luv ya but our Province doesn`t.
Sounds like you`re in a good place now.
I`m a Lab(sort of) and I`m one of the gang members.
My Dad was a Chocolate Lab,my mother....not too sure.
Probably Lab mixed with something.
Hopefully an Ontario "Pit Bull".
My name`s Tupper.
Mac was my buddy,but he got sick last year, so now I carry on his mission along with a few annoying cats.
I`ll check back to see how you`re coming along.
You`re a very nice looking dog BTW.
We`re thinking of fostering.
We were thinking of doing it last year but then Mac got sick.
One of the gang members is really going to have a lot of trouble giving up a foster dog so we`re still mulling that part over.
We might end up wanting to adopt every Foster.
Hi Tupper, Yea, us dogs love to blog! Gives me something to do while I wait for my forever home! The Foster Lady is taking her time ... wants to make sure I have great leash manners, appropriate around other dogs even if I'm 'dog-selective' in BR terms; most especially, she wants to fatten me up, now that I have been de-wormed!
Fostering is the best, and I'm sorry about Mac, but really, if everyone joins the FFC (failed foster club) more dogs will die in shelters. The Foster Lady is a member (Stanley) and swears it won't happen again! Remember: every dog you save from the shelter and re-home, means one more you can pull out! Yay for fostering!
We want to and we`re talking to some people about it.
They have recommended that we wait for a while because it`s not all that long ago that we lost Mac and we`re still pretty sad around here.
I`m going to be a lone dog for the summer and spend lots of time with my owner,fishing,boating and swimming.
I learned how to swim last summer(with a life jacket).
I`m still going to use it this year even though my owner insists I don`t need it.
Apparently I won`t sink like a rock without it but I`m still not sure.
In the Fall we`re going to talk to the Rescues again.
We`ve been told that we have to be very careful because we have 3 cats.Well 2 plus Angus(some issues there)
We`ve also been told that our owner has to see this as a job,not a spoilfest for dogs looking for love.
We get away with a few things in this house.
This would be a great home for a Foster if one of us can grasp all that and give up the Foster without OPP(Ontario Provincial Police)involvement when the Foster has to leave.
We`ve been told it does get easier but some people just aren`t cut out for it.
We were told that there is a program where you can temp foster for foster homes and the stay with us would be shorter,so that might be how we need to start.
We get very attached very quickly.
One of us has to do some soul searching and thinking this summer while we`re playing on the river.
We really do want to help out dogs like you and Mac.
We know when we`re ready to adopt again it`s going to be one of you.
We help out dogs financially now plus we have this huge court case going on in Ontario right now.
We`re trying to help dogs like you Leni,so they can live in Ontario and not wear muzzles.
You couldn`t even come here to visit or travel through here to visit elsewhere.
That`s not right.
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