I’m no longer actively volunteering for the Humane Society here in Lubbock, though Mama dog is technically in their system and goes up to their adoption events in the hopes of finding a home. But, I thought I’d share some pictures of a few of the fosters we’ve had that never made it to the blog. There have been many more that were just with us for a night or two, but these five were officially “fostered” by us.
Stinks was a very sweet boy that was found running loose in the street. He was in good shape and had a collar on, so we were certain he belonged to someone. But, no one answered the ads or came looking for him… Which is unfortunate, because he is a fantastic family dog. As for his name… we were trying to avoid naming him, as we weren’t planning on having him for long. But I had to call him something so I started calling him stinker, which became Stinks. Luckily, in spite of his name and the giant Elizabethan collar he was wearing following his neuter, he still went home with a new family.
The next three all prove what a sucker I am for puppies. We aren’t supposed to accept drop offs at our adoption events, primarily because they don’t usually have any of their shots and we never have any open foster homes that can take them. But its REALLLLY hard to say no to those sad faces, especially when they are puppies.
Copper came in at the end of the day, the week before a holiday. She was dropped off by a family who found her on the doorstep. I mean seriously… could you have sent her to the pound? The hubby was not happy, but I did catch him snuggling on the couch with her several times during her stay.
Caleb and Delta actually came in together, dropped off by two college girls who had found them and kept them for a week while trying to find an owner. They brought them in when their landlord threatened to evict them. In my defense, there were tears and I can’t stand making people cry. The hubby did not think this was a convincing argument when I brought in the kennel with two puppies. I have to say though, these two were hilarious and got along splendidly. Not surprisingly, they were adopted quickly.
And lastly (at least last before Mama dog and her pup) was Miley, a quiet little chihuahua mix. She was here at the same time as Gordon so we had quite the full house at the time. It took her a bit to warm up, but once she did she got along with everyone.
Now we are down to Mama dog, who is (according to hubby) our last foster. I’ll let him think that, for now… bwahahaha.