Annoyingly, I also found her look alike. In Cali, four months old, wearing a sweater donated by someone so she wouldn't freeze to death before they could euthanize her. If she isn't saved by Wednesday, I'll save her freezing little butt.
Affectionately calling her Rattie. She's a (Toy) Rat Terrier Mix of some sort. Pictures. They do me in. Its the sweater and eyes combination. Guhh.
As you keep fostering you realize you have the capability, that the good ones don't stay very long, and the ones you want to get the heck out for some reason just have to stay that much longer. You start to realize things go round in circles, that you love it, and that it becomes monotonous. And that "I'm doing such a good thing" feeling wears off real quick to the point of "you deserve more than the world has given you, so hear, lean on my shoulder awhile, and then get your cute little butt to a real home!"
People often ask me "how do you give them up" and I go "If I didn't give them up I'd have 20 now."
I can not have twenty dogs. There are days when that foster feeling creeps over me for Lemon too, but then I realize she's as crazy as I am. That's right, we're crazy.
Panda will be my 19th foster this year, not counting the 5 dogs I've saved but not fostered, and the few 'here for a few days temporary' foster dogs.
To be perfectly honest, I'm actually more sane when I've got a few extra dogs kicking around. It's when I don't have any that I've lost my mind. Even when we hit the new house (soon, so soon!) my limit will still stay at 6. 6 is a very nice manageable number (providing you don't have 4 crazy huskies or something) that I can still do my homework and life around. It's not 'bootcamp', and its not TG, but a middle-of-the-road kind of foster home.
Which now includes.
Lemon: The Cute One
Beckett: The Blind One
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And all Beckett has to say is "Hey!!! Im cute too!!!"
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