At some point in the last couple of weeks, I acquired another foster dog. Funny how that happens, huh? The more, the merrier! That's what I think!
|Lucille, myself, and Peaches|
It didn't start off like that, though. The first couple of days with Peaches went well. She was fine with all of my dogs... and just kind of existed amongst them. She's older and gives the occasional kiss and tail wag to the other dogs, but that's about the extent of it. She did well with house training, too. There were a couple of days later, however, that you would have thought that Peaches was looking to get the heck out of my house! And she was driving me crazy! She looked out of the windows, paced in the yard, tried to climb over and crawl under the baby gates, and attempted to dig her way out of the crate. Peaches wanted OUT. Following this episode, she also had a couple accidents in the house. Honestly, I expect accidents. Dogs who have never lived in a home environment have no idea that just going when you have to go - whether it's on the tile or hardwood floor or carpet - is not proper house dog manners. They don't know any better... and nobody ever taught them. It was the constant attempt at escaping that had me confused. She just seemed so anxious and just couldn't settle down.
As for Lucille, she's been doing great. She looks like a totally new dog! She's gained weight and has a shiny, beautiful coat! Lucille event had a meet and greet the other day with a family! Fingers crossed that they are her future forever family. I had to work, so I didn't get to meet them... but apparently they are a very nice family! I'm going to miss Lucille very much when she does leave. She fits in well here... and has made an awesome playmate for Lyla. But... I've said it a million times... and I'll say it again... a foster dog going to a new home means another homeless dog gets a chance at life. As much as I hate to let them go, it's all for good reason... and I can deal with that.