We have a foster dog! His name is Max. They think he's two years old and some kind of hound mix. To us, he doesn't really look like a hound but a Beagle mix, but he will howl, so we're deferring that he probably has some hound. He was very scared when I met him at the shelter, and I had to lift and shove him into the car to get him home. But he jumped out of the car, saw Dia, and ran for her. They've been Best Friends ever since.
Max is leaving us May 4th to catch a bus to New England to go to a shelter up there. Apparently, they have shortages in shelters in New England, and there is a program that takes bus fulls of dogs from Indiana up there. The woman who runs the foster program says that the shelters up there hand pick the dogs they want from the Indiana shelters and they are often adopted before they even get there.
Well that certainly is a wonderful program - who would have guessed there was a shortage anywhere? Max certainly is a mix, and I guess in their description to you they were counting Beagles among the hound family. I look at Max and I see soooo many different influences, but the fact that Dia made instant friends is huge! Way easier than a foster cat and Jeza. Or a foster cat and my boys. Good for Dia!
ReplyDeleteBelow, the farmer's market looks like wonderful fun and I hope it was enjoyable - is this every weekend now?
And that feathery chicken - is that the one that was so insanely ugly with the naked neck when you first got the chicks? Gorgeous!