Opening Salvo

SO….Day of one of the Blog Confessions of a Dog Foster!

No it's not some tell all diary of someone with a dog fetish or no worries, there's no dog hoarders in the home.

When you like animals you want to do something to help, you just don't think that 4 to 5 years later you'll wind up with  5 dogs and a cat and several fosters running around your little humble abode.

But it's done and life goes on, with every passing day I come home to a bevy of barks, a cackle of claws and pack of paws all pushing and shoving to be the one in front to greet Daddy (that what I call me, you can call me something else, just keep it to yourself) I walk in, dragging 4 or 5 with their tiny paws wrapped around my legs, others are walking backwards, their paws clutched together, eyes trained on me as if I'm the Pope and I came down to get a bagel on the street.

Oh, lest I forget, we have furever (no not a spell check moment, just deal with it) fosters, ones who are past the age that most folks would consider and are living at our home in a permanent state.  One is nearly blind and likes to toddle around making sure he's in the wrong place as you carry a load of clothes while the other, poor thing, has had to have her eyes removed and yet she still has to look around like she's phantom seeing things (kinda freakish when you think about).  Who knows, maybe her dog senses are strong and she senses the force (she definitely senses when you open a can in the kitchen from 2 rooms away).

But each has their own character while others are quite the character. From Spitz mixes to Italian Greyhound mixes and full blooded oh… sorry, I forgot about the cat, that big black undulating green eyed sour face lowland gorilla who has to sleep with his face right next to yours…and has a serious snoring issue.

But no matter the good or bad, they make life in our home more enjoyable, more entertaining and filled with 'NO!" when one can't find that pee pad in time.