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Strays

From time to time I do foster care for dogs and cats waiting to be adopted. Most of the dogs are strays picked up by Save-A-Pet but sometimes they’re dogs that need to be re-housed. The last time I posted about this I had two puppies that looked just like my Captain Crunch. Both were placed in a relatively short period of time in permanent homes. A few weeks ago I fostered two Wheaton Terriers, a brother and sister pair age 11. These curly balls of sweetness had been together all their lives. They stayed with their human until she passed; enter the pet foster care system.

Emily is a shy girl who stuck very close to her brother. Her age showed so her brother Rolly helped her find the stairs to climb up and helped her find the bed to lay on. It was the sweetest thing to see. While Emily’s age showed it was Rolly’s health that became an issue. Unfortunately he had to be put down but Emily found a home within days, a home three doors down from me. I get to visit with her and check up on her. I also found a friend in that neighbor which doubled the benefit of helping out Emily. This new neighbor friend and I have spent considerable time talking and getting to know one another. She is a very fine person.

Usually when I foster an animal food is provided and then whatever is left over goes back to the company. This time the food was offered to me. I got to keep a full 50 lb bag of Dog Chow.

Strangers Continue reading ‘Gratitude: Strays and Strangers’

We were talking about how I hurt my wrist and the nightmare that had me hitting the wall. He asked about the nightmare and I showed him the pen and ink drawing of it. I showed him the two people tied up in the dream. He asked about the teeth. I said they aren’t real. They’re the type you put in and take out. He asked what they’re for. I said to wear. He said, “You mean for biting for pain?” then he made a chomping motion. I’m not sure why he did that. One time when talking about dowel rods he made the hitting motion like he was hitting himself on the back. It wasn’t good. We have to talk to him about this cause he can’t do stuff like that. Morton is pissed. This isn’t good. We’re supposed to talk about this stuff but not if he’s going to chomp and make hitting motions. We have to call him tomorrow. He better not change or get mean. I hope he doesn’t change or get mean to us. I hope not. Why would he do that. I hope he doesn’t get mean cause that wouldn’t be good.