Tag: dogs

May 13, 2006: Mothers’ Day On this solitary Mothers’ Day, I walked up the street to the pet rescue place to see if someone canine needed short-term, low-level mothering. After my day with Alex I vowed never to foster another puppy, so today, instead, I came home with two. Actually, my first thought had been to bring home Ellie, who’d just arrived while I was there. She is a sweet, low-slung old basset mama with […]

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Joey weighed about 800 pounds and had a sweet, melancholy personality: Scruff was three months old, had eyes like my nephew’s, and was the mellowest puppy I’ve ever met: Alex was every bit as evil as Scruff was sweet, with more teeth than a school of sharks. He was a whirl of motion for 24 straight hours. Here he is with a dandelion in his mouth:

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I stopped fostering dogs during the weeks that Kathy was sick and dying. When I emerged, Charlotte needed a longer-term foster home, so I invited her back. She was among a double-digit quantity of abused or neglected purebred border collies that were rescued from a Central Valley pig farm. She couldn’t have been sweeter to me, but with each passing day she became increasingly suspicious of anyone who came to our house. I hear that’s […]

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January 19, 2006 When I woke up today I never expected I’d have a dog three hours later, but c’est la vie (or sessed la veee according to a certain person who will remain unidentified). En route to lunch I dropped by the animal rescue place, and before I could stop my mouth it volunteered me to foster a pup. I scanned the crates looking for possibilities in the big-dog range. “What about that one?” […]

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