"We will either find a way, or make one..."

Yes... I fell off of the blogging bandwagon yet again.  But if you knew how chaotic and busy my life was, you'd understand why.

I'm on month three with Lucille as a foster.  She goes to nearly all of the adoption events, gets shared on Facebook, and has even been featured in a video blog by our local country station.  I couldn't tell you why she doesn't have a home yet.  Not to mention the fact that she's house trained, crate trained, good with dogs, good with cats, good with kids, and - well - just good all around.  I just don't get it.  I've had fosters that aren't good with other dogs... fosters that are so under socialized that they are petrified of EVERYTHING... fosters that have medical issues... and they've ALL been adopted.  But what about Lucille?  What is it about her that has kept her from finding her forever home?  Yes, she only has three legs... but I honestly can't imagine that the lack of a leg is what is keeping people from being interested in her.  She keeps up just fine with the rest of the pack.  I'm truly baffled.  I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that Lucille finally finds her forever home someday soon.  As for now, she's happy and healthy where she is.

Then... as you all know... along came Peaches.  I'm on month two with Peaches.  I've had some difficult dogs throughout my fostering career... but Peaches has been a hard one to figure out.  She's as sweet as sugar, but she's had a very hard time adjusting to life as an indoor dog.  Between house training and crate training, it's been a struggle.  As for getting along with the other four dogs and three cats in the house, she's adjusted quite well!  She attends adoption events and also participated in the video blog with Lucille that our local country station, 97.3 The Eagle, put on for us.  From what I can tell, Peaches was probably a dog that never lived in a house... and never had to be confined.  Two months later, I'm still trying to crack the code with this dog.  She's one of the sweetest dogs I've crossed paths with... but I still have some figuring out to do when it comes to house training her.  As for getting her used to living in a house... well... let's just say that she has taken kindly to curling up in a ball on the couch.



Oh... but as if two foster dogs, three of my own dogs, three cats, two ferrets, a snake, a horse, and work, dock dogs, and rescue events weren't enough... some newborn kittens wiggled their way into my life.  I'm sad to say that two of them passed away... but I'm thrilled to announce that the little boy is alive and kicking 6 weeks (almost 7 weeks) later.  And, of course, after spending every waking moment with this kitten... I've become rather attached.  I'm desperately hoping that Gunther, the kitten, will be the new addition as a "hospital cat" where I work... but we'll have to see how it goes.  I still haven't talked to my boss about it, though I've caught him multiple times taking Gunther out to visit with him.  Too cute!  My boss is pretty awesome.  I'm just going to keep bringing him to work with me... and go from there.  If he's a terror that annoys clients, swats at dogs' noses, and tears bags of food open... it's a negative... but I'm keeping my fingers crossed that he's a good boy and settles in.  Just have to play it by ear, I suppose.

Yes, so... basically... I'm insanely busy, my house is a mess, I don't sleep much, yet I'm pretty damn happy.  And I guess that's all that matters.  Right?