Before I go further – a dog not a child.
B and I are in the process of fostering a rescue dog, as a friend to Maxy and to do a good deed.
Maxy gives us joy everyday (he is an affectionate clown) and we thought that it might make his day times alone more interesting if he had a doggy friend in the backyard. We fell upon a Shar Pei rescue organisation and looked up their site, through a convoluted and mysterious chain of events, and found that they were looking for foster homes. We are a dog adoption agency dream, it turns out. When looking for a dog we have had rescue centres going out of their way to encourage us to take one of their dogs. Our angelic-ness is more due to B than me. He insists on walking Max twice a day, and on training him twice a week – one night me, the next B. It is really important for an energetic boxer. And sure enough, we have a happy chilled out dog.
The Shar Pei rescue owner enthusiastically told me that it is so hard to find foster ‘parents’ who want to train and socialise the doggy, not just leave it in the backyard. So it goes that tomorrow we are driving to the rescue home with Max for a family introduction.
I dare say that if all goes well tomorrow and we will leave the two beasts alone with no flare ups we may be taking Mia home tomorrow.
B hopes we can get doggy t-shirts made saying ‘adopt me’ for the foster dog, and ‘TARS‘ for Max (we got Max thru TARS).
Worthy causes.
I think B and I will end up in Gippsland with a dog rescue farm ourselves in our twilight years.
