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.
This pending dog isn't leaving us any time soon. He came to foster, and he stole my heart. And my teddy bear. I'm 43, and I'm not embarrassed to tell you I have my very own teddy bear. Poe steals it at least 5 times a day because he knows it's hilarious. It's the only naughty thing he does!
He's been with us for two weeks as of today. We're trying to broker a peace accord between him and our semi-feral cat. He's on great terms with the friendly boy cat, but he chases poor Feral Girl because he is so desperate to say hello. Since she's currently outnumbered (three dogs in the house is new ground for her), she's making herself scarce, but I'm pretty sure they will work it out. Once we pass the hurdle, he'll be officially part of the pack.
We're also trying to fatten him up. He's clearly acres ahead of Matt, but his hip bones jut out in a way that makes me think unkind thoughts about the people who clearly didn't take care of him for the majority of his 10 months. He's finally realizing that in our house, hands are only used for love. Despite his questionable past, he's got a strong spirit, a great sense of humor and the outlook of a true optimist. He loves romping with the other dogs, he is crazy about our family and he is oh-so-smart.
My younger son saw me uploading this picture to my computer last night. He looked at me and sternly asked "Mom. Why are you uploading pictures of Poe?" I explained I wanted to show him to some of my friends. "Mom. You're not listing him, are you? We're keeping him. We're keeping him, RIGHT?"
He's the sweetest, most loving, most waggliest puppy. We just have to clear the cat hurdle, and he'll be ours!