It never fails that after a storm, dogs come a running. In the past three days, we have seen three -- what I think was the blond dog from the last post again, a chow and today I caught a Boston Terrier.
No signs of a family searching for him yet, but I can't imagine someone isn't. Almost immediately upon posting a found dog ad on Craigslist I had a message from someone who wanted to take him. She wanted him for her daughter today. I was like, um, we are giving his owners a little more time. (As I hope someone would if they found any of our dogs.)
We can't foster little Meatball, as we started calling the Boston, so I think a neighbor will take over tomorrow.We still have Charlie Machete, although he is slated to spend the night with a potential adopter tomorrow. She is awesome, and I so hope she takes Machete permanently.
We really cannot manage three big dogs (two of whom don't get along) plus Scooby. It's wreaking havoc on our house, actually. And Machete is not the easiest guy to deal with. He is as stubborn as he is sweet and a touch unpredictable in certain situations. I have a good feeling about his potential adopter's ability to manage with his quirks. She is quite smitten with him after just one meeting, in fact. But if it is not a match, I don't know how much longer we can hold out.
Suffice it to say, the foster situation would be a lot easier if Machete was Meatball.
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