October 15–18, 2006 Poor little Coco: not needed. I’m trying not to identify too much. Coco is probably the most trying dog I’ve fostered. Part bullet and part barnacle, she relentlessly flew at me and then stuck where she landed. Try walking down a flight of stairs, vision blocked by the 40-pound laundry bucket in your arms and a 30-pound projectile tangling in your legs. I was not amused. I tried to get a good […]
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Pup 15: Figaro
September 13–18 By the time I met Figaro, his wife had left him. Unfortunately for Stella — not the subtlest of romancers — it was a case of unrequited love. I can’t imagine what my neighbors thought. For the better part of a week my backyard was a symphony of “Stellaaaaaas” and “Figaro, Figaro, Figaroooooohs.” Here’s my friend Beth again, during intermission.
Read morePup 13: Tony
May 30–31, 2006 I’m like that guy who picks up some floozie at the bar while his wife is in labor. As Stella was being spayed at the vet, I went to Milo to see if any hounds needed a single night of love. I was so lonely. All I wanted was a little companionship. I’d just finished reading an article about how black dogs are least likely to find new homes, so my newly […]
Read morePup 12: Sabrina [Now Stella]
May 18, 2006 Last night I got an e-mail from Milo’s director, Lynne: Sabrina and a small Dalmation and her pup need a ride to (Berkeley) TOMORrow!? THE SHELTER WOULD NOT HOLD THEM … iT IS A COUPLKE HOURS FROM HERE . . . WE CAN PROVIDE GAS MONEY, CRATES …. PLEAAASE LET ME KNOW ASAP – IT HAS TO BE MID DAY ….!? Attached was this picture. It was love at first sight: I […]
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