Wags and Wrigley and Zoe were adopted!

It's been a crazy couple of weeks as I've been trying to get the new house ready to move into. I'm hoping to move in within the next week or two, and then I'll be able to start fostering again, and blogging more often. Fortunately all of my fosters have been adopted, except for Ziggy who is still away at rehab. He's doing well and will hopefully be released soon! Here are some of the recent adoptions we've had:

Zoe
My previous pit bull mix puppy foster was adopted over a week ago, and so far, so good.

That basically means I haven't received a phone call from the adopter wanting to return her - yet.  Whew.

Her littermate Venture (a.k.a. Scary Puppy) has now been renamed Mia and is in another foster home, where she is doing great and being spoiled!  Here is Mia attending a parade with her foster family:

Guess she's not so scary when she's all dressed up!

My friend Bev, the craziest most wonderful foster person I know, took in eight Chesapeake Bay/Labrador Retriever mix puppies recently, and they were ready for adoption this past weekend, at the same time as Wags and Wrigley.  She knew I couldn't make it to adoptions last weekend because I was working on the house, so she kept Wags and Wrigley, along with her eight foster puppies, all weekend and took them to three adoption events!  That's right - she gave up her ENTIRE weekend - Friday night, Saturday, and Sunday, to hold adoption events at a local PetSmart to try to find the puppies homes.  And it paid off, because by the end of the day on Sunday, all ten puppies had been adopted, along with one adult foster dog. It was incredible.  Did I mention she's crazy wonderful?  In addition to the three day adoption event, she also attended/worked at a fundraiser for All Paws on Saturday night, and temporarily kept another six puppies and one adult all weekend for another foster mom who had to go out of town.  I am in awe of her, and can't quite understand how she stays sane, but I am glad she does!  Thanks to her, a lot of puppies are now happily living in new homes, including Wags and Wrigley.

Wags, being held by a volunteer at an adoption event on Friday night.

One of the Chesapeake Bay Retriever/Lab mix puppies

Another Chessie/Lab puppy - 8 weeks old.

The puppies were worn out after 3 adoption events in a row!

Cutest Puppies Ever

I'm quite sure that my two current foster puppies - Wags and Wrigley - are the cutest puppies ever.  Forget all the adorable puppies you see on calendars or commercials.  Never mind that all puppies are cute.  Ignore when I posted before that this was the cutest puppy ever.  That was before I met Wags and Wrigley.

Wrigley does not like to get his picture taken. Or rather, he doesn't mind getting his picture taken as long as he doesn't have to leave my side. But in almost every picture of Wrigley, you will see either my foot or my leg or some other part of my body that he is touching.  This can make taking his picture something like a game of Twister.

It's not his fault he loves me so much. It's not his fault he feels most at ease when he's right next to me. It's not his fault he's a little cuddlebug who is happiest getting a belly rub. But it does make it challenging to get a good picture of one of the cutest puppies ever.

And then there's Wags. He's a bit more independent. He'll happily lay in his dog bed and look adorable while I take his picture.

At least until he's distracted by a movement or a noise or just the sight of a toy that he could be playing with. This one has a short attention span. But he's a puppy, so it's allowed.

Wags went to the vet today to get neutered and vaccinated and all that good stuff. The vet said his tail is deformed, but doesn't need any medical treatment. So he's an extra special puppy because not only is he a very unique mix of breeds (i.e. a mutt), he's also got a one-of-a-kind tail! Wags will be ready for adoption on Saturday, and will get to go to the adoption event with Venture and Zoe and all the other adoptable dogs! Wrigley has to be stuck with me for a few more weeks though because he's too cute to give up still undergoing treatment for the missing hair on his face. Sigh - the sacrifices I make - another few weeks of puppy cuteness and puppy snuggles and puppy kisses. All part of the burden of being a foster parent.

Introducing Wrigley

This is Wrigley:

  

Can you guess how he got his name?

A) He is the heir to a chewing gum fortune.
B) He got some chewed up Wrigley's gum stuck in his fur
C) He wriggles when I hold him.
D) He loves to play fetch and his life goal is to play ball at Wrigley Field.

Did you guess the correct answer? In case you did not, let me give you some more clues.

Clue #1: Wrigley is broke. Completely penniless. Not a dime to his name. And unless a really surprising adoption happens, he will never be the heir to a chewing gum fortune.

No unending gum supply for me.

Need another clue?  No problem, I'm glad to help you narrow it down.

Clue #2: Wrigley does not know what to do with the tennis ball that is in his ex-pen. His brother Wags will chase it, but if it comes too close, Wrigley will just bark at it. He will most likely never be a famous baseball player (or tennis player).


Get that ball away from me!

Still not sure?  Okay, here's your final clue.

Clue #3: Wrigley has some missing hair on his face. I assured him that he was not going bald at a young age - he just has a little skin issue that we need to get cleared up. This requires medicine. Wrigley does not like medicine being put on his face.



Here she comes with the medicine again!

Did you figure it out?  The correct answer is C - Wrigley wriggles repeatedly.  Really.

Introducing Wags: Guest Post by Wags

Wags and his brother Wrigley are my newest foster puppies. They came from a rural area of southern Missouri. They're about seven weeks old, and they have a few issues. This is a guest post by Wags. Take it away, Wags.

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My new foster mom thinks she is funny. She named me Wags, because I have trouble wagging my tail. And how do you think she informed me of this? She did not have a sit-down conversation with me to tell me that I had a problem. She did not share the bad news that my tail is probably broken by holding me and giving me a lot of love and affection. Nope, she did this instead:

Foster lady: Hey puppy, I've decided to name you Wags. Wanna know why?

Wags: Yes, foster lady, please tell me!
Foster lady: Because your tail is broken and you can only wag the top half!

 

Wags: ummm, excuse me?  What did you say??

Foster lady: Your brother can tell you.  It really appears to be broken!

 Wags: (gives foster lady my best suspicious look) You're joking!

Foster lady: Nope, no joke.  I think it's because you've been sitting on it too much.  

Wags: Hahaha now I know you're joking!

Wags: Right?  Foster lady?  Joking??

 Foster lady: Sorry Wags.  I don't know how it happened, but I'm afraid it really is broken!

So that is how I ended up with the name Wags.  I am quite sure that only having half of a working tail does not at all affect my ability to give puppy kisses, play games, or be a wonderful pet!  The foster lady says we'll be going to the vet to find out for sure if my tail is broken, and if it can be fixed or not.  Either way, I'm stuck with the name Wags, at least until I get adopted!  As for my brother Wrigley, foster lady said she'd introduce him tomorrow.  Wait until you hear how he ended up with his name!