I remember very fondly the days I spent with my foster Mom. She had wires of her own, and one little black dog who barked with a funny accent. He said he was a Scotch something or other, I think.
Anyway...even while in Phoenix and St. Loulis, Muzzer was calling and talking to the folks at rescue, and they were calling and talking to her. And the upshot was that she managed to talk them into holding me in Merry Land until she could get back to Virginia, and she and D
ad would come and pick me up.
Here is my picture from Petfinder. How could she reisist?