Asta NY mentioned that rescue dogs may not have puppy pictures, because they came to their families when they were a little older than puppies, but that we should not feel bad, because our new families love us lots and we are all fortunate to be together.
For one so young, that was very perceptive and caring. So I want to say "thank you" for her thoughtfulness, and let her know I appreciate it.
So, even though I don't have "puppy" pictures, I thought I would share pictures of my first few days with my furever family, and tell you a bit about how I came to join them.
My muzzer was lonely in Virginia. Her dog Nigel had gone to wait at the bridge right before she and dad left on their sabbatical adventure. She kind of thought that she would be busy, and not get another doggy until she went back to Azrizona. But things change, and a small VA town is different than New Orleans, so even though she was doing volunteer work for Habitat and keeping sort of busy, she still had some time to spare.
Somehow, she convinced Dad that it was the right time to get their new Doggy. And she started looking on PetFinder, and watching a couple of rescue groups for their available dogs. She said she REALLY thought she wanted a Bernese Mountain Dog, because there was a beautiful one living just a couple of blocks from them, but Dad, wise in all things, convinced her that she really did not want a dog that weighed more than she did. Plus, they were living in a small apartment with a steep staircase, and their wouldn't have been much room for the two of them if they were lucky enough to get selected to adopt a Bernese.
So, she narrowed it down to Wire Fox Terriers and Welsh Terriers and she and Dad filled out the applications for each rescue group. Muzzer was worried about the apartment thing, but Dad kept telling her it would all work out. The WFT people did a phone interview, and called the vet that we use in Azrizona, and even called the friends listed as references. By then it was almost Thanksgiving, and Muzzer was going on a trip back to Azrizona to see her doctors and check in at the store, so she kind of figured she was not getting a dog for Christmas. So she was sad.
The WFT rescue group in Maryland called the day she was leaving and told her about ME. Muzzer said I sounded perfect (and she was right!) but that she was going to be gone for more than a week. But my foster mom said she would keep me until muzzer came back to Virginia and then they could pick me up!
The Friday after muzzer came back to VA, she and Dad got in the car and drove and drove, all the way to the northern part of Maryland.
On the way, they stopped for lunch, and muzzer had a hamburger.
Well, when this small person came in to my foster home with hamburger on her hands and breath, I knew I had found a kindred spirit. So I was very friendly with her, and kissed her chubby little cheeks and licked her hands. Being human, she thought I liked HER. And I did. But I REALLY liked that Ha
mburger flavor!This is a picture of me in the front seat of the GussieMobile on the way to Virginia. I was a good boy most of the way, but I did come up front for a little bit so I could give muzzer some more kisses.
Here is photo of me on Dad's lap in our little apartment. We had some really good times there, expecially when my sister E.Rabbit came to visit for Christmas.
And here I am with Dad and E.Rabbit in the kitchen/dining room/living room of the apartment. I was pretty fascinated with that thing Dad was banging on....lots of noises coming out of it, more noises coming out of Dad, and e.Rabbit was trying not to laugh at the two of us. She is polite that way.
Note the waistline! Even my striped sweater doesn't make me look chubby.
Boy...I have really rambled on and on, haven't I. But I want you all to know how really happy I am to have my new family, even Teka.
E.Beth is sending us Teka puppy pictures, so in a couple of days, she will do her story.
Thank you for listening.
Oh, and I lost two pounds since I saw the Dr.!
