You’d think it would be all strawberries and milk for dogs after they are rescued, fostered, and then adopted into new homes. Yeah, you’d think it would be peachy.
But not so. I brought with me all of the “issues” I’d been dealing with and trying to overcome. And these new peeps, one male and one female, were mystified. I think they thought my foster mom was kidding when she told them I had fits and chased my tail aggressively. I think they thought that with enough love they could help me over all of those insane habits I exhibited when I was stressed. I think they thought that because I was so cute I couldn’t possibly be as unruly as the online site said.
They were wrong.
I had only one thing going for me. My good looks. I mean, hey, just look at me! That’s the picture my rescuer put up on www.adoptapet.com. It’s what landed me a gig with these new peeps. And it’s what I heard my female peep say over and over those first few days at their home: “It’s a darn good thing he’s cute.”
It WAS a darn good thing, because within the first two days I had two strikes against me.
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NOTE: If you want to catch up with what happened in LBA (Life Before Adoption), you can look under “Charlie Chat” on the right. All the posts are there, and these new ones about LAA (Life After Adoption) will be there too. As my new peep called it in previous posts, watch for more of Something to Chew On by me, Charlie Bear, in the weeks ahead. And thanks for stopping by. We love your comments, so feel free to make some. Woof!