Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Going Places and Making New Friends

I am getting out in this big world and trying new things. I've been to my first PetSmart Adoption event and the next day a dog park. Wow, there are so many new sites and sounds to overwhelm my senses. I seem to grow after these adventures so it's all good.

At PetSmart I shook on arrival, but by the end of the day I was a little more open to being approached by people of all kinds. The dogs were no big deal.

At the dog park more people wanted to meet me and pet me since I am so cute. (I know it, too.) I actually approached some people and they didn't even have to bribe me with nummy food. In this picture I made a new friend and let him pet me under my chin. It felt so good and I am so glad I gave him a chance. Maybe when I see him again I will get some more.

While at the dog park I was a little clingy to my foster mom. I did venture to smell all the good smells around and kept a close eye on my foster mom. It was a good time and I look forward to the next real soon.

My Icky Skin

I learned that my skin needed some TLC to keep me smelling good and looking good. The vet said I had a skin infection and it would take time to heal. My fur was rough, my skin sweaty and after a few days after a bath I had doggie B.O. Phew!
I was also pretty itchy on my legs and feet because of this. My foster mom gives me weekly doggie showers with anti-bacterial/anti-fungal medicine. This makes me feel good right away even though I don't particularly love these moments. I do however enjoy the towel rub after. Ahh just thinking about it makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

I am also eating a high quality food with Omega oils in it which help me heal from the inside out. I can be a picky eater and prefer having other dogs around or a human to keep me company. I am also working on gaining a pound since I am a little under weight. I'd prefer to have a more hour glass girlie body. Woof!

My first few days in foster care.

Once I got to my foster home I met my foster siblings and foster dad. I was a little unsure, but did extremely well considering the week I just had.

Right away I got a much needed doggie shower. I felt much better smelling like a girl!

I was able to take my time adjusting. My foster brother had a different idea and thought it would be a good idea to teach me how to walk on a leash right away. I didn't agree.

I slept for about 4 days before I showed my little personality to everyone. I was very unsure of new things, but always enjoyed gentle affection and sweet talk.

How I came to need rescue...

My owner left me at a shelter in Rome, GA on Monday, July 27, 2009. I have no idea why, but I didn't deserve this kind of treatment. The shelter was HORRIBLE and I was very scared. (My foster mom still has nightmare's.) I did have a friend with me (now named Macon) who was even more scared than I was. We had to stay there for 5 days before rescue could come and save us.

When Ms. Paula got there to evaluate us we were close to giving up. My friend Macon was beyond scared and tried to defend himself against the shelter worker who tried to rope him. I was so scared I ran to the front of the pen and Ms. Paula held my very dirty, clammy scared body. My eyes were wide as could be.

We were taken to a room to be "evaluated", but because of our serious fear we did not show our true selves. I pottied everywhere because I had held it overnight and didn't know when my next opportunity to go outside would be.

Ms. Paula decided then and there that we had to be rescued and live very good lives from here on out. I am sure glad she did and remind her every chance I get.