Wow has my life ever changed in the last few months! The most recent change is that I went for a long car ride in a crate with a lot of other dogs. I was really scared. When we stopped, there was a beautiful dog park, and lots of people and birddogs. I heard someone say that we were having a big party called Birddog Balooza (BB4). But I wasn't feeling much like partying. I was SCARED! There were a few people who were nice to me, and petted me. I didn't trust them at all! There were some nice dogs, and a few I was scared of. There was one Nice Lady who kept coming back to me and telling me I was a good girl. She petted me a lot, and told me I was safe. I still wasn't very sure.
I didn't want my picture taken - I was scared.
Here I am with some of the dogs at the dog park where the party was.I was put into different cars and different crates during the day, and taken out lots of times to run at the dog park. Finally, the Nice Lady told me it was time to go. She put a leash on me and along with two other dogs I had met that day, we went to her car. They got in, so I got in, too. There was no crate, and I didn't know where to sit, so I decided to lay on the floor in the back of the car. It got dark, and I slept and slept. When we finally stopped, we were at someone's house - and I recognized the dogs there from the party! It was GREAT! I was really hungry, though, and the Nice Lady gave me food. Then she set up a crate for me in a bedroom. She and the other girl dogs slept in the bed, and I got to sleep in the nice crate, where I felt safe.
The next morning, we said goodbye to the people and dogs where we slept. We went to another big dog park, and then we got in the car again. The Nice Lady said that I was supposed to come with her. She said we were going "home". We drove for a very long time before we got to another house. This turned out to be the house where we are all living now: me, and my Nice Lady, and the other two girl dogs - and some kitties. It's in a place called Minnesota.
This is me at the back door of the house in Minnesota.Other foster dogs before me made it dirty like that. Honestly, it wasn't me!
Somehow or other, it got to be fall.
It's a nice big yard, with lots to sniff.Now I know that the Nice Lady from the party is my new Foster Mom. She can be very strict sometimes - she doesn't let me eat the socks from the laundry basket. But she is very loving, and she gives me treats when I do good things, and she lets me play with lots of toys. She still tells me that I am a good girl like she did when I first met her. I think this is going to be a good place. My Foster Mom says that there is another home - a real Forever Home - out there for me. She says that there is a family that is just waiting to find me. She says I should learn lots of good things about living in a house and being a good dog, so that the family will recognize me as the good dog they are looking for. So I am trying very hard.
Ok, so is this the right way to use a couch? Am I allowed to chew on the blue towel?
Am I getting closer? Is this right?
I think I'm starting to get the hang of it...
Ah, now I've got it!Come back and see me, and I'll tell you how I'm doing in my new foster home! Maybe when you come back, you'll see that I really AM the girl for you!