I hope you all now have The Cure in your head.
Anyhoo. It’s been a smidge since I fostered a dog, what with the RT Convention and work and blah blah blah. But, like a sucker, I follow my local shelter on Facebook, and I know they are super-full and looking for fosters. And all of those puppies! I love puppies.
Mostly just to look at.
But then. Then! Then there was a picture of this old, mangy poodle with hair mats and a dirty face.
And I knew this was the beast for me.
I shan’t post her shelter picture here because she looks terrified and I don’t want people to be sad. So I’ll just show you how she looked when I brought her home:
OK, one more because she’s the cutest:
Despite looking pleasantly like a mop, she was an uncomfortable mess. Seriously, she was tripping over the mats on her feet and she could barely eat because her hair was so long it wouldn’t stay out of her mouth. So I had no choice but to do this:
She’s naked! But she’s clean. We’re still working on the eye problem.
Anyway, her name is Star, but I call her Fraggle or Buda Butt or Baby Love or whatever comes into my random brain. And she shows her joy at my returning from work by sitting on the couch behind my head and humping the heck out of her stuffed duck.
We’re in love!
But she’s available for adoption.