My foster dogs come from a wide variety of places. Sometimes they are turned in by owners, sometimes they are transferred from another rescue group, and sometimes I go to a shelter and pick out a foster dog from those that are likely to be euthanized. The ones I pick out myself tend to hold a very special place in my heart, and Roxy is one of those dogs. I brought her home from a high-kill shelter three years ago, when she was just a puppy. At the time I named her Pepsi. She immediately captured my heart with her loving personality and her enthusiasm for everything in life.
|Roxy as a puppy|
I was excited to see her again, but a bit concerned about how she would settle into a multi-dog and cat household after being an only pet for three years. I need not have worried. By the time night arrived, she was settled in on the bed with me, other foster dogs, and my cat Merlin. She's made herself right at home, and she and Tulsa enjoy playing together. I hope to start Canine Good Citizen classes with her soon, to help her learn a bit more self-control and basic obedience. Like many dogs, she just needs to learn to control her extreme enthusiasm for people! She's very smart and I think she's going to do great in class.