A week before Christmas, the local Italian Greyhound Rescue group received a new dog and didn’t have any place for him to stay so Stephen and I volunteered. We were nervous about fostering a dog but had no hesitation taking him over the holidays. Aside from our two Italian Greyhounds, parrot, two parakeets and flock of finches, our home is fairly quiet and seemed like the perfect place for a homeless little dog to take shelter.
On December 17, we drove to the veterinary office to retrieve our ward, Bruno. He had been neutered the day before so he was groggy when we picked him up. We were amazed at his resiliency. He showed no fear when he met us and confidently followed us to the car. I tucked him in under a blanket and he was fast asleep before we left the parking lot.
The vet recommended he wear a cone to protect his stitches. We had success in the past using a baby onesy intead of a cone and decided to try that approach with Bruno. The onesy worked great. Stephen sewed ribbons around the neck so we could tighten it to fit and we put it on backwards leaving the center snap open as a hole for his tail.
Bruno slept a lot for the first several days and didn’t interact much with Dewey and Mia. Once he was fully recovered, the three dogs started to pay attention to each other and there was significant positioning taking place – a lot like the Republican primaries. It was clear that the dogs got along and Bruno fit in nicely.
I’m sure you see where this is going. We failed miserably as a foster family and decided to adopt Bruno.
2012 started out in an unexpected way with this new addition to the family. We confirmed that we’re not cut out for fostering and learned that our hearts are big enough for three dogs.
May the farce be with you!