This is one of my little foster dogs. His name is Willie. He was brought to San Diego from Baja California by Fuzzy Feet Dog Rescue. A lady came to look at him one day and said he had an "old man's face." Ironically, so did she. She told me she'd "think about it" and never called. Week after week poor Willie languished in adoption event hell.
Then I brought home another little angel named appropriately "Angelina." She and Willie became great friends. They were hell on wheels as they ran around the house, knocking over my statue and chewing all my pens. They also played tug-of-war with my socks.
I finally told the rescuer that I just couldn't take them both anymore. After the next adoption event, only Willie could come back. I chose him because he had come to my home first and he needed me more. He had to get exercise to stay healthy mentally while Angelina was fine anywhere.
The rescuer didn't call me and I became quite concerned. Finally, I e-mailed and asked what I did wrong. Did he think I was mean for not taking both dogs? He said that nothing was further from the truth. He was so busy he hadn't had the chance to contact me, but a family came along at the Sunday adoption event and adopted both dogs together. The news was too good to be true. I just hope the family has a lot of energy and a lot of socks. I wouldn't want the dogs to be returned because the family couldn't keep up.
August 12, 2013