Bless me, for I have sinned.



I cursed Foster Dog (made in your image) as I clipped him to his leash and led him to the cold back yard.



I cursed him as I wiped the fecal matter from my freshly painted wall and my favorite rug. I cursed him as I hosed down the crate his Guardian Angel (Aunt Liz) gave me when I took in one more dog than I ever imagined I could handle.



I cursed him as I washed him with the cold garden hose water, rinsed the poo out of his coat,… Continue

One of the great joys of working with Poe is watching this aloof boy blossom into a loving, protective member of our family. Although he is still a bit hand shy with strangers, he is developing new confidence along with a sense of security and belonging.



I posted this picture on DK, but here's more of the story that goes with it.



Saturday afternoon, I was cleaning my pantry as the storm started to pick up intensity. Out of nowhere, the wind started gusting. I heard a *whoosh*… Continue

Yeah, yeah, I know. You're looking at that picture and thinking, no, Patty, you nut, that's clearly Floyd. Look, right over there ---->, he's listed as Floyd!

But that's all history; this is Poe. …

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"Y'know, I think you should blog about this," Liz mentioned to me earlier today. "It would be interesting to highlight a different kind of foster."

When she called me a few weeks ago, Liz mentioned that a fellow member needed some help due to a medical…

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