I think it’s safe to say I’m never going to see Harry again. There’s no way his adoptive family is going to give him back after spending this much time with him.
You knew this didn’t you?
You knew when the Dad said “let’s wait until Thanksgiving and if we’re having any problems you’ll be the first on our list to call”…that that was just a nice way of saying, “dude. we bought this dog fair and square…get a life lady.”
Well this weekend we’re going to pick up a new little buddy and for the record I do NOT plan on adopting a dog. We just foster. Harry was special. The girls like to see all the different dogs and adopting a permanent pup for our home has never been part of the plan.
SO…here are just some of the rescues that were brought in from the California wild fires. I’m not sure which one she is going to pick for us to take care of, but I’ve requested poodle mixes due to the eczema in this house.
They really are a sad looking bunch of dogs:
And the person who gets to name all these strays has quite possibly the best job in the whole world. Doris?? Seriously?
Laina and Maile like Casey…I think I’m a Dudley fan. :)