Houses and dogs. They are on my mind. Little, big, foster, forever. Little homes are a lot like little dogs. They just don't know their size. Big homes don't necessarily hold more love than little homes. It's not the size of the house that matters, it's the size of the love within.
We're celebrating because our foster dog Jessie found her forever home. She has a canine playmate and two little girls, plus she'll get to hunt. Layla's nose is out of joint because her playmate is gone. Mick's nose is out of joint because Layla's playmate is gone. No more peaceful naps for this old boy.
If I'm counting right, Jessie is foster #14 for us. I think we are getting the hang of this stuff. Thankfully, we've had more fosters than houses. Good thing because moving is such a bitch.
Such a privilege to be the half-way house for these doggies. Such a blessing to have that extra love to share with them, and the people who adopt them. Of all of them, Pete's family and Sophie's Mom could win awards for updates and photo's. It doesn't mean the others aren't well loved, I just don't hear about it.
There was a time in my life where home had no dogs. Thank God I woke up out of that dream. Home isn't home without them now. Forever homes, foster dogs, forever dogs. It's all about the love.
Life with dogs. A little humor, a dash of play, a seed of faith, and of course, some dog fur.
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