May 13, 2006: Mothers’ Day
On this solitary Mothers’ Day, I walked up the street to the pet rescue place to see if someone canine needed short-term, low-level mothering.
After my day with Alex I vowed never to foster another puppy, so today, instead, I came home with two.
Actually, my first thought had been to bring home Ellie, who’d just arrived while I was there. She is a sweet, low-slung old basset mama with breasticles so saggy she trips on them as she walks. I know just how she feels.
I’ve learned (from fairy tales) that beauty is only fur-deep and, indeed, aesthetically impaired Ellie is one of the sweetest dogs who ever lived. I would have loved to watch over her for a while, but I asked the director if there was a dog there who needed me more.
That’s how I ended up with the puppies. The director said that they, too young and vulnerable to disease to be handled by the public, were in critical need of human socialization. Boy was she right.
For five days, all they did was excrete and bite and fight … not that cute little puppy kind of tussling, but a full-on, lips-curled, fangs-bared, deep-throated roaring sort of thing.
I got them spayed and neutered, started on their crate-training and gave them tons of love and attention. When I delivered them back to the pet rescue place they were in great shape and ready for some brave family to adopt them. Within 24 hours both were in new (luckily, separate) homes.
This is Georgia: confident, waggy, independent and responsive…
And this is Van: needy, cuddly, feisty and magnificently handsome…
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