Our foster dog days are over. . .forever.
We all fell in love with this crazy little pup. . and now he's gone home.
It all started July 1st.
He arrived at the farm very dirty. . .rather thin. . . and terribly hungry.
He wouldn't leave Terry's side. . .and was as good as gold.
We put up notices at the community mailboxes. .
checked the classifieds for lost pups. . .
called the animal shelter to enquire if someone was missing their pup.
They would not tell us. . saying that we needed to bring the pup to them.
We found their attitude rather unkind. . and a bit bossy.
We have paid the bail fees for wandering dogs before. . .it's not fun.
We thought that if someone driving by would see "their" dog. . they'd stop and tell us so.
We had removed the tied on bit of collar that would be our "test" of authentic ownership.
So. . .
yesterday ( 26 days later) we heard that someone had in fact been looking for their dog.
Today. . .after giving little Otis one last delicious farm fresh egg breakfast. . .
and a full tummy of premium dog food. . .
my beloved set off to go knock on their door.
He took along our phone number and address suspecting that there may be a language barrier.
Minutes later. . the call came. . the dog was wanted.
The man came. . .and Otis went in the van. . .I wanted to send a doggy bag . .just the essentials. .
farm fresh eggs for shiny coat. . .extra dewormer.... and some extra flea medicine.
Today I'll return the new bag of premium dog food.
We called him Little Otis. . .
Rambo he was.