Wordless Wednesday: Sweet Dreams

With the cold, rainy weather we’ve been seeing around here lately, we’ve been doing a lot of this…

Three of the ‘dogs’

Gia cuddling with J.

Bella snoozing

Tonka’s turn

Happy Wednesday everyone!

I hope none of you out there get your hopes up, expecting our W.W. posts to actually be wordless. You should know better. You’re lucky we actually get them up on Wednesdays!;)

Barking Stink Bugs

Gaige and Tonka are convinced that you all have forgotten about them, due to the apparent perfection of their foster sister. They insisted that I bring to you a story that is all about them. (Well, mainly Gaige, but she is the sassy one of the bunch.)

My dad, an environmental engineer and architect by occupation, raised us to say “Anybody can kill a bug, but only God can make a bug.” He taught us that if there was a bug in the house (which somehow, was very rare) we would transport it to live life in the great outdoors, rather than flushing it down the toilet.

My Daflop 🙂

Then I got married to a big, tough, burly guy… with aracnephobia. Seriously, the man who never hesitates to patrol the house with a gun in pitch-black darkness at the slightest sound outside our bedroom window, cannot bring himself to ‘dispose of’ the creepy-crawlies, be it humanely or violently. And “awhelnaw” could he just let them find their own way out of our home.

A few summers ago, we were on a family vacation at a stunning model home in the Outer Banks, and were getting ready for the day. I was sitting on the bed, probably perusing facebook on my phone, and Jonathan was pulling a T-Shirt on over his head… when I looked up at him in shock, mouth open wide, pointing at his face. Inside, I knew that I needed to keep him from panicking. But. There was a GIANT. SPIDER. ON HIS CHEEK! My greatest regret in life, thus far, is that I didn’t catch his reaction on video. For a muscley, 6′ 3″ tall guy, the limbs were coming from every direction, and the sounds he made… oh, the sounds he made.

Family vacay

While I would probably be described by many as a girly-girl, I must remind you that I did grow up riding horses, so it could actually be argued that I was in fact raised in a barn. Perhaps it is because of this that I have no real aversion to bugs, spiders, snakes, etc. (But birds? Don’t get me started on birds.) More often than not, I am the family member who is elected (what an honor) to dispose of any creatures that enter our home.

The one contribution that Jonathan has made to Gaige’s (limited) “obedience” training? That dog can track down a stink bug. Really, any bug, but I’m sure some of you out there can relate to the stink bug outbreak that plagues Pennsylvania, and many of the other eastern states. In Gaige’s case, she will sit her little butt down on the floor, front-feet prancing, tail wagging furiously, and she will bark ferociously at the offender. If it perilously crawls within her reach, she will nose-jab it, and grab it in her mouth, flinging it through the air to certain death. More often than not, she then swallows it quickly, taking one for the team, as those things cannot possibly taste any better than they smell. What a hero.

The tracking phase

Post-munching… stink bugs are an acquired taste.

More times than I care to count, I have been greeted by Gaige with freshly-munched-stink-bug-breath. Not to fear, we have checked with our vet, and the offending insects pose no threat to our canine companions.

Our dogs protect us from creepy crawlies. What can yours do? (No, seriously! We’d love it if you would share a unique story about your pooch.)

Smells like Thanksgiving…

When the Foster Gods giveth, they giveth in bounty!

1. Today, we are thankful for not just one, but TWO families who are interested in Georgia. 🙂 NOT that we are surprised, but it is great to realize that other people are seeing what we see in our lovebug.

2. We are thankful for foster siblings that are so willing to share; their toys, their beds & couches, their treats, and their time with mama. You two are the best foster siblings we could have asked for. Tonka, ever the kind & gracious gentleman, and Gaige, a little socially awkward, but always ready to wrestle and play. You are wonderful examples to Miss Georgia, and have welcomed her beautifully into our family. We would never have been able to help her without your enthusiastic cooperation. She is so lucky to have you both.

3. We give thanks for our Cat that Thinks She’s a Dog, Bella. From eating my slippers, to playing with tennis balls, and from sleeping sprawled out on the floor, to wrestling with Gaige… we can’t blame you for your weirdness in thinking you’re a dog. In fact, we love it. In a family that likes cats, but never considered ourselves to be ‘cat people,’ you fit right in. I guess we are cat-dog people, instead.

Didn’t believe me?

4. Every day, I count my blessings for a foster dad that loves our furries almost just as much as I do. No matter what crazy schemes I come up with, you are always ready; not just to cheer me on from the sidelines, but to jump right in and help me reach my goals and dreams. You came into this as green as can be, and now I catch you giving me advice. It warms my heart that you put so much effort into making all of our aminals productive members of society. Whether you are pooper-scooping, working on obedience (the dogs’, not your own!), bragging to strangers about our ‘kids,’ or cuddling with one of the many in our big bed, you can’t hide your soft side… and I love you all the more for that!

5. In the wake of the hurricane, it is easy to remind ourselves of our many gifts and blessings. We are SO thankful for a warm, dry home, with working electricity, clean water, plenty of nourishing food, and even some of life’s extras (like Tempurpedic dog beds, big fields for running, and new squeaky toys). It breaks our hearts to see all of the beings, both two and four-legged, that are going without. Worse still, are the dogs and cats on euthanasia lists by the HUNDREDS due to the aftermath of the storm. If you can give, in ways of time, physical donations, or monetary gifts, please do not hesitate. It will save lives.

6. When counting our blessings, we could never forget our wonderful rescue organization, LCPO. They stand by us through everything from adoption questions to health issues and training techniques. You brought us into this journey, and have stood by us every step of the way. We are so thankful to have found a strong organization, run by individuals that are truly caring and endlessly dedicated. This goes out to Julee, Casey, Kaelyn, Christine, Kate, & Patti, just to name a few! If you are interested in adopting a pittie, but for some crazy reason don’t think Georgia is the right fit for you, please check out LCPO’s other adopta-bulls.

7. The most surprising, or at least the most unexpected, thank you, goes out to our blogging family. Really, when I started this journey, I thought that my only reader would be my mom (actually, I’m not sure that she even reads this regularly). However, we have been welcomed by a community of people who have been in our shoes. The guidance and support you all have offered us is so refreshing and inspiring. I am so glad we are all in this together!

8. Finally, and perhaps most importantly, my most heartfelt thanks goes to Georgia. You have been the sweetest, easiest pooch we could have asked for in a foster. Really, you’ve spoiled us. We were prepared to take on stained carpets, chewed shoes, and terrible manners… the worst you’ve ever offered were enthusiastic greetings and hundreds thousands millions of kisses. We have enjoyed every step of this journey with you, and while we have tried our best to make you even more adoptable than you already were, we want you to know that we are the lucky ones in this relationship. You have changed us so much as individuals and as a family. I had myself convinced that I would not get too attached, that this giving up process would be an easy one… but even thinking about a morning without your kind eyes, warm kisses, or soft tummy, makes me teary-eyed. You are such a special girl, and you are going to continue to do special things in the lives of the family who is lucky enough to end up with you.

Our cuddle bug

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

Today we will entertain a question from one of our littlest fans! Her name is Lilly, and she is the most endearing and precocious two-year-old, whose mama runs the touching blog, The Sweeter Side of Mommyhood.

Apparently, Miss Lilly was fascinated by the pictures of our pooches. Her lingering question… where do all of the puppies sleep at night? I realized that perhaps some of our (bigger) readers, might have some of the same questions.

Tonka’s preferred sleeping location

Perhaps we should begin with where our two perma-dogs, Tonka & Gaige, are supposed to sleep… in their Tempur-pedic (yes, don’t judge!) beds at the foot of our own. But, more often than not, I awaken in the middle of the night to two LARGE dogs laying on top of my legs, stomach, head, etc. Until recently, I blamed the two little scoundrels for their disobedience. Little did I know, that Foster Dad (previously Mr. No-Dogs-in-the-House) felt guilty, and was inviting them into the bed! What a sneak sap!

And Gaige’s preferred sleeping position…

As far as Miss Georgia, oftentimes the most obedient of my FOUR (hehe)… we have chosen to have her sleep in her kennel, which is in her own room. This was in an effort to: 1) Keep all three dogs safe when unsupervised overnight, since we haven’t yet completed their introductions


2) Make her more adaptable to most families that might choose to adopt her. While Georgia is used to sleeping on her own, and happy to be in her kennel, I am confident that she would adapt quite well to being allowed to sleep with her people.

My favorite picture of Gia, to date

Thank you to Miss Lilly for the great question… anything else out there that our readers are just dying to know about Miss Georgia, or the rest of the five?!

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend! I would say, full of lots of playtime and walks, but Georgia told me tell you that she hopes your weekend is full of lots of cuddles and naps! I know her’s will be. 😉

{She is cuddled up on the bed beside me, with the cat, as we speak!}

If you think you might know someone who would be interested in adopting our sweet girl Georgia, please share her story! Any questions about Georgia or the adoption process can be directed to me (Stephanie!) at sel1490@gmail.com.

A Dog by Any Other Name…

One of the best things about working from home, and having a husband who works for a family business on the same property, means that we get to have breakfast or lunch dates some days. 🙂 This morning over a yummy breakfast of egg sandwiches, fruit, and cheesey hashbrowns, we happened upon today’s blog subject. We were laughing over how many nicknames we have for our dogs. It’s actually pretty embarassing. (Jonathan may or may not have started rapping to Gaige on his way out the door. More on that later…)

Even more strange? As I prepared to type this for the morning, I checked some of my favorite blogs for additional inspiration. It is no secret that one of my favorite blogs, and the one that inspired our journey of fosterhood, is Love & a Six-Foot Leash. Their blog post for today? “What’s in a name?” They talk about their two precious pooches, and the origination & evolution of their names. Theirs was actually the title I had already typed up for today! Too cool… if it is true that great minds think alike, then I am feeling extra bright today 😉 (PS: If you like my blog, please don’t read theirs. You will love it so much that you will feel no need to keep up with ours! I have major blog-envy.)

Anyways, back to the main subject. I am a nickname person. It’s like a ‘thing’ of mine. People, pets, foods… you name it, I probably have some weird name for it. They tend to start as a variation of their given name, and continue to deviate to the more ridiculous. I even call my own parents Mambo and Daflop, and my brother Trevor is T-Bone. Jonathan is J, or Skin, or Bear… I think you get the idea. It is actually one of the first things Jonathan and I had in common. He called me Gwen (as in Stefani) for a solid few weeks before I knew he ‘liked’ me! 😉 As for the dogs? See below…

Handsome Tonka-Tue!

Tonka: Tonka Tue, Tue, Tonkinator, TMan, Tuka. If he is in trouble (which is SO rare, as he is the wonder dog!) he has always been Tonka James. No idea where the middle name came from, but I highly recommend the trend.

Gaige: Jeejer, Weeje, Louise, Weezy (So what if Jonathan stretches this to include “Fo’ sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy…”? You didn’t hear that from me. Maybe his new nickname should be J.Z.)

No, he doesn’t love her at all!

It is a wonder that our dogs don’t have split personality disorders! In reality, they come to any name we call them… as long as we are happy when we say it! Jonathan disagrees with my theory, and insists that the more names you have for your dog, the more ways they know you love them! He is such a silly doggy dad.

Do you have nicknames for your pets? If so, what are they? How did they evolve? We’d love to hear your thoughts! As always, thanks for stopping by.

Yeah, he’s a tough guy…

Without a Rudder

Here in the “S” household, we have two very sad puppies. Our boats are without rudders. That is to say, Tonka & Gaige may have overdone it with their water adventures yesterday. Both dogs seem to have sprained their tails, giving them extra paw-thetic body language.

Have your dogs ever sprained their tails? The first time I noticed it was when Tonka was just a puppy, and we brought him on our family vacation to the beach. He loved every second of jumping in the waves, trying to catch them as they rushed to shore and then were sucked back into the open. After a long evening nap, he woke up to the smells of dinner wafting from the grill on the back deck. We noticed as he lazily wondered out to join us, that there was no customary tail wag in greeting. His tail hung low at his hocks, not varying its angle or movement.

My only explanation for this is that when dogs swim, their tails move somewhat like rudders. They also may use their tails for balance when on dry land, and when jumping onto furniture or maneuvering up and down stairs.

Of course, dogs use their tails as one of their most obvious forms of communication. When they are guarding their homes or their people, and notice potential danger, their tails may elevate in warning. This warning may notify their fellow home-dwellers of imminent threats (typically of the chipmunk and bunny variety, in our home), but it can also be a sign to the challenger, of potential aggression. A dog that is dog-aggressive may often lift their tail, a typical indicator of dominance. Most of us know that a fearful dog will tuck their tail between their legs. A happy, confident dog will often maintain a level tail with a quick wag. However, a wagging tail does not always indicate a pawsitive pooch. A dog with threatening body posture may elevate their tail and wag it slowly, and this can be a sign that he or she is threatening aggression.

Our home has been quieter than normal as far as body-communication goes. There are no wiggly tails in anticipation of breakfast goodies, or waggly tails high in the air during play bows at play time. The pups have been lying low, acting extra cuddly, and avoiding jumping onto furniture or negotiating the stairs. Poor babies!

In other news…

Introducing Miss Georgia!

The sweet Georgia girl

Georgia is a little lady that has had a hard life, which is unfortunately so typical of so many dogs that are unlucky enough to look like her. Our rescue pulled Georgia and her six puppies from a high kill shelter in Georgia. They were all set to be euthanized. Worse still, this particular shelter still utilized the heart stick* procedure of euthanasia. Once she was safely pulled from the shelter, it was found that she was also infected by heart worms. The process for treating this is long, risky, and painful for the animal. She is now free from parasites, and her puppies have all found homes, so now it is finally Georgia’s turn! She was a wonderfully caring and attentive mother. Her nurturing nature is evident in her interactions with humans and animals, as she loves other dogs, large and small, and also adores children. We will be posting additional pictures of her in the coming days. She will be joining us in early October, and we are so excited! We are slowly acquiring the necessary supplies to keep her happy and healthy in our home. Stay tuned for more!

Heart stick euthanasia: A syringe filled with sodium pentobarbitol is plunged through the animal’s chest wall, passing through layers of muscle and nerves, until it reaches the heart. This can be a difficult process for those that are not properly trained, and the medication will cause a searing pain and produce acid-like burns. A statement from the American Veterinary Medicine Association says “Intracardiac injection is acceptable only when performed on heavily sedated, anesthetized or comatose animals, owing to the difficulty and unpredictability of performing the injection accurately.”

It’s a Dog Eat Dog World

Hope everyone has been enjoying a beautiful and relaxing weekend! At least here in PA, the weather has been perfect. So perfect, in fact, that we decided to head out on a new adventure with our darling pups. We took Tonka and Gaige about 45 minutes away to Misty Pines Dog Park. We had never been there before, but were impressed by their website and wanted to check it out.

The dog park is a full service facility that includes a dog park, dock diving and pond, agility courses, training classes, boarding, and a retail store, to name a few! They are vigilant in requiring every visitor to bring updated proof of vaccines, including bordatella. Additionally, they welcome dogs that are working on socialization issues, simply requiring that they be fitted with a Gentle Lead halter that prevents biting.

We pulled in to a beautiful 25 acre wooded property, complete with safety fencing and many trails. Much of the doggie play areas are set in heavily shaded areas, allowing for fun to be had even in inclement weather. Sunday is the only day of the week that Misty Pines is open by appointment only, which allowed us to enjoy the facility with limited traffic by other visitors. We registered at the main office, and were checked in by a very friendly and helpful staff member. We then walked down to the pond area, which was complete with a covered pavilion and multi-level diving dock! Of course, Tonka was in doggie heaven! He showed off his skills, making impressive leaps and dives to catch toys off of the dock. Gaige watched in appreciation, and tried her best to copy her big brother. There were only two other dogs at the lake, and they politely kept their distance from ours.

Once the dogs had their fill of the water (or, more accurately, once we were soaked and decided we had had enough), we followed the trails to the fenced-in agility area. Although Tonka has been properly socialized from a young age, he has been twice attacked by an intact yellow lab, so he can have some fear issues with other dogs. We let Gaige watch from the sidelines, as this was her first time in an area with many other unfamiliar, unleashed dogs. Tonka entered the area confidently, and was greeted by a young yellow lab. This dog was boisterous and untrained, but harmless, and perceptive to the body language of the other dogs. They played well together. After a few minutes of introductions, we brought Gaige in, leashed. Things went well for a while, until an older woman came in with her aged shepherd mix dog. This dog was unleashed and also harmless, but a bit of an instigator. Gaige, who was still leashed, was working on an agility obstacle with Jonathan. The shepherd rushed up to her from behind, and began barking and nipping at her sides. Gaige turned away multiple times, and let out a low growl. The woman saw all of this, but never once called her dog away. Neither did the dog hear Gaige’s signals, and back off. He kept barking at her and pushing into her space. Jonathan pulled the dogs apart, looked pointedly at the owner, and went to another obstacle. The shepherd lost interest for a short period of time, and then came rushing back to bark and nip at Gaige. She growled again, and when the other dog still would not back off, she did try to bite. Although she never made contact, and calmed down as soon as the other dog backed away, we ended up taking her out of the park to cool off.

We really need some help here from our readers. What are your reactions? We need to take Gaige somewhere to improve her social skills. She has never had an issue with other dogs, and my instinct is that this dog was a bit of a bully. If someone got in my space and refused to back off when I made repeated requests, I can only imagine that I would react similarly. My new worry is that her only association with a dog park is now a negative one. I know that many responsible dog owners swear off of dog parks entirely, due to issues such as these. Do you feel that we could have done something differently? What do you suggest for socializing our dogs in the future? Do you take your own dogs to dog parks? Why, or why not?

I do NOT think that this was a situation of an ‘aggressive’ dog, or a terrible owner. Rather, I think she lacked the control over her animal, and worse, lacked the acknowledgement of this fact. Tonka listens well, and so he has the privilege to go off-leash in safe areas. Gaige, however, has a much shorter attention span, and sometimes lets her own free will over-ride her obedience. Because of that, we do not allow her off-leash in areas other than our own property. She has never displayed aggression with other dogs, but has not been exposed to a large variety of new animals. I am really anxious to hear what some of you might suggest for us.

In other news, we will unveil our foster dog on Monday! Please tune-in then 🙂 Enjoy some pictures of our pups until then. Thanks for stopping by!

Playing keep-away!

That’s one happy pup!

Best friends, always.

Fall into Fostering

Hello! Happy almost-weekend. Did anyone else wake up this morning, and suddenly feel like they’d fallen into fall?! I certainly did, as the following photos will attest. As autumn is my favorite season, there are no complaints from me! Fall boasts the perfect weather to enjoy the outdoors with your pups.

Tonka James, ever the dashing gentleman!

Gaige’s turn…

Vicious pitbull!

Daring you to steal her toy

They share well!

Run Tonka, run!

Gaige loves to steal from the fire pit

Best friends, always 🙂

While this may not be the excitement you were hoping for, I do have some good news. Drum roll, please! ….. We have found our foster! I will bring you all the background on our special pup with the next blog post. Please tune in then!

Barking up the Wrong Tree

This post is coming to you later in the evening, as it was not easy for me to write. We have experienced our first fostering disappointment, and I debated sharing it with all of you. However, I made the decision to document our journey, and that means disclosing the highs as well as the lows.

We had our home visit Monday, and all went well. We had been discussing with the rescue the possibility of taking on a beautiful one year old female dog that was already placed in a foster home. This dog, whose name I will not disclose, had a really rough start to her life. She was found by animal control after her original owners left her out in the elements (rain, hot sun, etc) enclosed in a small wire crate, filled with feces. As in, that is where she spent all the hours of all her days. Poor baby. In spite of her neglectful past, this girl scored impressively on her evaluation while in the shelter, and was recorded to have tested well with other dogs. How amazing that her resilient spirit was not crushed by the mistreatment she received early on in life. What a testament to her, and also to the pit bull breed.

The LCPO rescue pulled our Foster Girl from the shelter, and placed her with a foster family that had 3 other dogs, 4 children, and a few cats. She reportedly got along very well with all of the above. However, at some point in her stay with the family, she started to experience issues with one dog in the home. Reportedly, this dog is a larger, male black lab. He is older, perhaps a bit cranky, and prefers to be left alone. The foster dog is a young, spirited pup who loves to wrestle and may not always remember to respect her elders. Unfortunately, the two dogs have at this point had two separate altercations, in which the male dog ended up having to visit the vet for stitches.

Hearing this information did not discourage me from considering this girl as a foster. As the rescue reported, it very well could be as simple as a personality conflict with the other dog. She does well with the other dogs in the home, dogs that she meets during play times, and dogs she was with in the shelter. This girl had a few medical issues that may have caused her to be less agreeable, and certainly the stress of being transferred to yet another location could not have been easy. The fact that this little girl had had an aggressive exchange with another dog did not originally deter me. I knew that this could have been for any number of unknown circumstances, and I did not want to write her off as a lost cause.

So, as is typical of me, I did some more research. I tried to talk with the current foster family to figure out what had triggered these issues between the dogs. The foster family told me that when Foster Girl got excited, she would jump on the other dogs and become spirited. Most of the dogs enjoyed this behavior, but the older male did not react the same. He would let out a warning growl, a dog’s polite way of communicating, “Hey, I’m not cool with this, so please knock it off.” If you speak dog, you know that for some pups, this is a precursor to a snap, which may be followed by a bite. In this scenario, according to the foster family, Foster Girl responded to this warning by choosing to engage in a dog fight. It was not pretty for any of them to watch. Additionally, now that the aggression has occurred twice between the dogs, they remain separated. Obviously, this is not an ideal situation for anyone in their family, 2-legged and 4-legged alike, so they are trying to find the little lady a new foster home.

When it comes to the dogs in our home, Tonka has always been a ladies’ man. He enjoys playing with female dogs. When it came to males, he had no problems for many years. Unfortunately, about two years ago, Tonka was attacked twice by an aggressive male labrador that lived on our property. Since that time, he has been cautious when meeting other male dogs, particularly if they are still intact.  Conversely, Gaige has never met a dog she didn’t like. However, she can be rough & overbearing, and does not always recognize warning signs from other animals.

In spite of all that, T + G = L.O.V.E. Tonka and Gaige never leave the other’s side. They eat in the same room, and never approach the other’s food bowl. They share bones, beds, toys, water bowls, etc. Their favorite past-times include wrestling each other, cuddling with each other, chasing each other, and playing tug-of-war together. I believe that this works, like any truly great relationship, because they communicate well with each other. Gaige is always up for play time with Tonka, which usually means that she chews on his legs like bones, hangs off of his ears and neck, and sometimes even climbs on top of him. However, if Tonka is not interested in rough housing, he simply disengages. If she does not get the hint (what woman does?) he will avert his eyes, and lower his head. If she continues to mouth at his ears and neck to inspire some play-fighting, he will let out a low growl. Never has this growling escalated to snapping, biting, or fighting, nor do I believe it ever will. This is not only because Gaige respects Tonka and leaves him alone when he exhibits these signs, but it is also because Tonka has known Gaige since she was a puppy, and truly loves her.

Are you noticing the issues that concerned me? Tonka, a large black male dog, exhibits certain signals to our lively pittie pup when she is wearing his patience thin. Unfortunately, these signs happen to correspond exactly with the Foster Pup’s triggers.

While it is certainly possible that similar ingredients may not add up to an identical recipe, it is worrying on a number of levels. Obviously, I must consider our two perma-dogs. Putting them into a situation that could potentially escalate to injury would not be fair to them. Furthermore, keeping them separated in case of disagreements would not be ideal either. Finally, you must remember that I am only one person. I am often here alone, and it would not be possible for me to control three dogs, should a dog fight break out. Additionally, this is our first foster dog. I want to make this a positive experience for all involved, which includes my husband Jonathan. While he loves our dogs like children, he is very new to the training and rescuing side of things, and I do not want to overwhelm him too soon. One day, I would love to take on a more challenging case. I’m just not sure that now is the right time…

What is even more concerning than all of that, is the effect it would have on Foster Pup. To me, we would be placing her into a home that had some very similar environmental factors to the home where she was currently having issues. If for whatever reason, she does not appreciate growling from a black male dog, we would be setting the poor girl up for failure. She would be transferring homes yet again, which will continue to wear on any animal. Furthermore, the rescue’s policy is that if a dog has the same issues of aggression in more than one foster home, they must be placed in a boarding facility. While these are more ideal than most shelters, she would not receive the same amount of attention as she would if kept in a foster home. This would also come at a more extreme cost to our rescue.

After discussing our options with Casey, our contact from the LCPO rescue, as well as sleeping on it for a night, we made the decision not to bring Foster Girl into our home. This was a really tough decision for me, especially. As a people-pleaser by nature, I hated disappointing the rescue. I want them to recognize just how committed we are to being capable foster parents. More difficult than that, was the feeling that I had given up on Foster Girl without ever meeting her and giving her a chance to be successful. I feel like a foster failure, before I’ve even brought a dog into our home! 😦

What I had to remind myself, was that the decision we made was in large part with Foster Girl’s best interests in mind. My hope is that she will be able to find a home with perhaps one other submissive dog. She is truly a sweetheart. Her distaste for one type of dog should not make her unadoptable!  I do not believe that she is a dog-aggressive dog, I just feel that our environment would not be best for her future.

Aside from the obvious, this also means that we are back on the market for a special foster pup! We are in contact with our rescue, looking to pull from a shelter in Ohio. We will keep you posted on our search! Until then, I will leave you with some pics of our pups, courtesy of our new camera.

Gaige, waiting (patiently?) to go outside

The progression of “No dogs on the couch”…



“If I don’t see you, you don’t see me…”

How much is that doggy in the window?

Tonka didn’t want to be left out of the photo shoot!