I went to the vet to pick up my new foster sheltie after she had been dropped off by another volunteer to get the vet work started. When she came out...she wasn't a sheltie.
Of course, she wasn't a sheltie when she went in either :) But still it was a bit of a shock...She is a pretty 65lb rough coat collie!
Well, Lizzie is turning out to be a wonderful girl. She is very friendly - not shy around people and seems to get along with other dogs just fine. And I have to say that our resident sheltie is looking very tiny...
Well, now for something new. Having just recently lost my golden, I am not ready to get a new dog. That being said, my wife and I have gotten used to a two dog house. I also do a lot of work with various dog volunteer programs...so...
We will be receiving our first foster dog today. We have joined the local sheltie rescue group and will try out the foster thing. I have never done this before and I am curious to see how it works out. If the first foster gets adopted by us it won't be a good sign for being a foster home :)
I'll post up a picture of the newbie when we get her. Here's hoping!!!
By the way, if you are ever looking for a pet, let me recommend Petfinder. This is a site run by the ASPCA and is a national database that shelters and rescue groups use to advertise their dogs, cats, etc. Great way to find a new member of your family and help the pet overpopulation problem.
I am sorry that I have not posted in so long. My life has been up in the air with my company being sold, me changing jobs and worst of all - my wonderful dog Copper coming down with cancer.
Last night, we lost her to that cancer.
She was 10 1/2 when we got the news that she had hemangiosarcoma, a type of cancer of the blood that is very common in golden retrievers. We have been taking her to an oncologist but the cancer was very aggressive and she developed three new tumors after the first treatment and the second treatment of a different type of chemo was just last week.
She was a wonderful and quirky dog. We got her when she was 9 months old (or there about) from the golden retriever rescue group here in town. She had spent the first six months of her life in a shelter before the group was able to pry her out of there, which meant a very interesting first few months here. Kind of like rescued racing grayhounds, she had to learn what a house was - and boy did it take her a long time to get comfortable with the kitchen, even with all the enticements it held. She was scared of everything - even her tags clinking against the metal water bowl scared her...the plastic one helped a lot :)
She eventually became more comfortable around people and grew into a friendly, wonderful dog that was my best friend. She loved to swim (although she was at first afraid of the water and then a terrible swimmer - but she got better) and retrieve the sticks I would throw in the water.
I already miss her terribly. But I will meet her again one day at the rainbow bridge.