Since my elderly dog died in December, I’ve taken a series of foster dogs and cats. I wasn’t ready to commit to another “keeper” and wasn’t sure I would ever want one again.
My last fosters went home on Tuesday and, as usual, I was going to take a break before taking another. And I was quite solidly looking to foster just one large female dog. Nothing little. No pairs. No puppies. A nice middle-aged lab mix or something.
But… day before yesterday, someone called the shelter. Her mom had died unexpectedly, leaving a 16-year-old Jack Russell terrier and a 17-year-old “maltipoo”. Nobody in the family could take them.
My shelter wasn’t going to take them. No shelter was going to take them. Dogs that age are not adoptable, especially in pairs, and nobody wants them to spend their last days in a shelter and nobody wants to take on the expense of two dogs who are not going to find homes.
So… long story short, I now have two new dogs. Meet Louise and Einstein. Yes, Louise is even more ridiculous-looking in person. Like a Jim Henson version of an elderly angora rabbit. They’ll see the vet tomorrow and then Louise has a grooming appointment in a couple weeks (the soonest they could get us in). They look about how you’d expect for dogs who were loved, but whose owner has not really been able to take proper care of them for a few years: nails so long they were nearly in the paw pad, lumps and bumps, terrible teeth, and poor Louise had what I’ve just learned is called pseudocoprastsis… which is just that she had so much poopy matted fur on her butt that it “blocked the exit,” making her unable to poop. We’ll find out from the vet tomorrow what else they need.
These are keepers, not fosters. They’re mine til the end. They’re not backed by my shelter or any other shelter or rescue, so this is all on me. Probably not the wisest thing I’ve ever done in my life, but where else were they supposed to go? So far, they’re getting along surprisingly well with my other dog and cats. They’re friendly, cuddly dogs who seem to like everybody. Their whole lives have been turned upside-down, so they’re still getting used to things, but we’re building a routine. I adore them.
So… welcome to the family, Einstein and Louise! I hope you like it here!