If you remember, last week we featured a group of 7 (Seven!!!) puppies. Great news! They were all adopted. What great news! I inquired with Jill, the amazing woman helping with these puppies, and she mentioned that Rose, the mom to the puppies was still looking for a home. Here’s what Jill said:
Mama dog Dot (aka Rose) is still at the shelter. She was at a kill shelter in Merced, CA with her 7 puppies and was flown to Montana by Dog is My Co-Pilot. Her puppies have all been adopted but she is still at the shelter. She is a sweet snuggly girl who is spayed and ready to be adopted at the Humane Society of Western Montana.
So if any of you would love to give Rose a second chance, please don’t hesitate to contact me, email@example.com or contact the shelter directly.
Meet Drover, he is our current foster dog. He is a VERY tall 30kg – 35kg Siberian Husky. He lives near Curran City in New South Wales, Australia! He’s available through Arctic Breed Rescue.
He was badly abused by his previous owners, it took him 2 hours to even come up and sniff us when we first met. He has gotten much better and is quite the snuggle bum, however he is still very weary of strangers, but once you have his trust he will take advantage of it. This photo was taken at our ANZAC Day BBQ, he made a new friend, Poor Aaron had numb legs in the first 20mins, but let him sleep on his lap for nearly 2 hours.
Drover is up for adoption as well as many other arctic breeds. For more information about Drover, click here.
We came home to a fish tank with no lid, spilled water everywhere and no fish. The beta had lived over two years.
Fozzy is a labrador-retriever mix from Raytown, MO. He’s being fostered through Reno Ranch Rescue. He’s just as sweet as he can be and ready for his forever family now. His $150 adoption fee includes his puppy shots, wormers, preventatives, rabies vax, neuter and microchip along with all his going home necessities – harness, blanket, treats and toys. If you’d like more information about Fozzy, please click here.
I was mad I wasn’t allowed to join my dad downstairs. I’m a toothy jerk.
I went downstairs in our house to take a timed online final, leaving my dog upstairs, blocked by a closed door so she wouldn’t disturb me. She spent the next three hours barking and howling, and, it turns out, trying to chew through the door to come and see me. And she wasn’t the least bit sorry. Toothy jerk.
My dog Harley likes to sit right next to the treadmill while I am exercising on it and fart. His farts are terrible and nearly make me hurl! Not a good combination while trying to exercise and breathe deeply!