Posts Tagged ‘beagle’
Remember my post about Bamboo, our little foster dog? Well he was officially adopted yesterday and is now in his new “forever” home. I am so relieved he is now settled for good. He was such a good and sweet dog.
Also something else newsworthy. I had submitted my post, My Home for Foster Dogs, and it was published in the carnival blog “Lynn’s Views”. Go on over and have a look at all of the other great pet stories there – http://lynnsviews.net/2010/09/24/carnival-of-dogs-and-cats-september-25-2010/
It’s shopping day today so I’ll let you know tomorrow if I found any great deals.
I think that most followers know my sidekick, Buck the beagle. Where ever I am in the house is where you will find him. He is 7 years old and was rescued from a pound just before he was to be euthanized (more like a bullet in the head, it’s cheaper). He was our first foster dog and just never left. He is just my speed when we walk and I can always count on him to cheer me up when the day is cold and gray. We did adopt him and we all couldn’t be happier.
We have an adoptee in temporary residence with us now. This is Bamboo!
He is the most loveable Pug mix with tons of personality. I don’t know if he was abandoned or owner surrendered, all I know is that he has an abundance of love for whoever adopts him.
Don’t let the docile look fool you. When it comes to going out for a walk you must deal with a whirlwind. It is like trying to harness Tigger. He gets so excited and just can’t wait for you to get ready. Buck, on the other hand, is more like Eeyore and sits patiently. What a pair.
I think nearly every adult has had a pet at some point in their lives. I have always been a cat lover and have owned many. There was the white cat named Charlie Brown by my daughter. Then there was Taurus the tortoise shell, and Miss Fluff our very prissy black and white longhair and finally Mischief, my black shorthaired ball of mischief. All of the cats survived to old age with the exception of Mischief who died at age 3.
I was devastated and cried for days. Mischief was everything to me. I could always count on him to get into”mischief”, hence the name. I was very hesitant to go with another cat as I felt so responsible for Mischief’s passing and could not bear to think I may kill another one. It was just way to hard for me. Our son had been hinting about owning a dog, so, since he was old enough I thought it would maybe be a good time to try one out. I was so lonely during the day and desperately needed another companion, and that is when Buck came to us.
None of these pets were purebred and they all just needed a forever home for one reason or another. I guess I have been rescuing for most of my life and have always had a companion around. Each one has been a joy and blessing wrapped in fur. There is nothing like the comfort of a pet. They play many roles in your life, therapist, psychologist, entertainer, friend, bodyguard, nursemaid, you name it.
Now I am surrounded with all of this and more. Luckily my hubby is the same and enjoys these dogs as much as I do. They can be a lot of work but I have the time now and can devote it to my family and furbabies. What a wonderful life I have.