8 Paws + 4 Paws = ?

12 Paws!

 

Wondering why I just made you do a math problem?  Let me tell you a story about how my house got 12 paws.

I really have nothing to do with this story,

other than the fact that I'm handsome and perfect.

 

Saturday afternoon, the momma was chillin' on MY boat, WITHOUT me, but that's a whole nother story.  Anyway, she happened to be in the boat when her phone rang.  She saw it was the rescue and answered it.  Carol, one of the volunteers who's brave enough to man the phone, was on the other end of the line.  She said she was sorry for bothering the momma, but the momma knows the Rescue World never sleeps.  So, Carol said she called because she needed to ask the momma a question and then said "The emergency room called.  ::Pause::  Oh, that's Nancy (behaviorist) on the other line and I've been waiting for her call.  I'll call you back."  BOL! Yep, so the momma was having a heart attack until her phone rang again.  Did someone get bit? One of our volunteers in an accident?  A dog hurt?  WHAT emergency room!?  Well, Carol called the momma back and explaind the WHOLE situation. 

Meet Chance.

 

Now, don't get too excited.  As much as the momma wanted Chance to be those extra 4 paws in our house, she knows that me and drooly boy were a little bit too much for this fragile little dude.

 

So, I bet you're wondering what Chance's story is and why he's all bandaged up, right?  Well, Chance was brought into the Emergency Clinic by his owners (Please note, owners, not family).  Chance was hit by a car.  The vet explained to his owners that, thankfully, nothing was broken, but he was pretty beat up and would need some care in the coming days/weeks.  The family asked how much it would cost to euthanize him because they didn't care enough about him to pay his medical bills.  True story, folks.

 

The nice Vet lady saw what a great dog Chance was and asked his owners to sign him over to the vet clinic.  His wounds were deep and painful, but he could be patched up and back to his wonderful self in no time.  The people signed the paperwork and walked away from Chance.  Nice Vet Lady did some operations on Chance and put a few drains in his cuts and patched up his handsome face, then started calling local rescues.  She called 6 rescues before calling Homeward Bound, they were the first ones to say yes.  How does one say no to a doggie in need? 

 

Nice Vet Lady explained to the momma that Chance was in a lot of pain and would need to go under to have his dressings changed every day.  So, the momma had to brainstorm to think of the perfect foster home for him.  One of the Homeward Bound volunteers, Maryann is a nurse and helped nurse a previous dog back to health after an infection from having a tumor removed.  She'd be the perfect place for him!  Only problem was that Maryann took in a puppy as a foster. 

Long story short... the momma came home with the puppy.

 

Meet Carly, my new foster sister... covered in Brutus Drool.

 

I've gotta say, for a puppy, she's pretty cool.  She's not too crazy and doesn't bother me too much.  She kind of fits in perfectly.  Brutus is a little put out that he's not the only foster kid in the house.  I think he was getting quite comfortable!

"Was I not good enough for you, foster lady?"

 

But, we do have a problem with the little black furball... Do you know what she did last night? She took over MY sofa as her bed.  And, do you know what I had to do with MY sofa????

I had to share it.

 

Anyway, we're a 12 paw house hold for the week!  I don't think little Carly will last another clinic without finding a perfect forever home... because, she's quite perfect herself!