Yesterday I got a message from a friend asking if I happened to know anyone that could keep a puppy at their house, just for the night, tonight. The puppy was coming from a very small shelter where she was taken off doggie-deathrow and headed all the way up to South Carolina where a wonderful lady and her daughter were adopting her. Turns out, I knew someone: Me!
Just look at her, can you blame me? I picked sweet little Piper up right after work and brought her home. At first I kept her separate from my pups just because I wasn’t certain how nervous she was and I didn’t want to overwhelm her with three much larger dogs.
Yea, I was worried for nothing. I did do the introductions nice and slow though. First Tag, then Buddy, and finally Maggie. After I was confident they all were fine with Piper, and Piper with them, I let them all loose together. I was expecting playtime madness, but I was wrong again.
Piper was pooped and, well, my dogs are all lazy so basically everyone is just lounging around now. Rich and I are watching tv and I am counting my blessings. Not only do I have two of my own dogs that I rescued but I have the ability to foster a third and even take in a fourth should the occasion arise. If that doesn’t make me the luckiest girl alive, I don’t really know what does.
Happy Friday everyone!