The old days, ctd

One of the best things about this foster house is the dog door - I learned how to use it really quick!  With the help of my stuffed bear, of course.

The old days, ctd

A shot from my Thanksgiving-time trip to New England:

I love to be pet!  Even without all my hair!

The old days, ctd

I thought I'd share a few tales of my early days as a foster dog when I was recovering from my non-contagious demodex mange - and working on re-growing my hair!  Here's a picture of my first night with my foster family - at this point I was wondering if the whole foster thing was a good idea:

My first bath!  Sadly, not my last ...

I love toys

I could just play forever!

Here's one of my favorites: the KONG!

The old days

Here's a picture of me during my recovery!  Despite my lack of hair (I was easily confused with a bald chicken or turkey) my foster people took me on lots of trips and I got to meet lots of people and other dogs.  I was an adventurous mange puppy!

This is a picture of my trip to the shore!

Had to watch out for those hawks and vultures ...

My Story

As you can see, it is pretty rough being a foster dog ...

I had kind of a sad start to life ... I was found as a stray walking the mean streets of West Philadelphia.  A nice lady used to see me on her way to work every day.  And each day she noticed I had less and less hair, until one day, most of it was just plain gone!  She decided to scoop me up and bring me to the city shelter.  I was glad to be off the street, but boy was that shelter stressful!  I got myself so worked up that I went and lost all that was left of my coat!  I looked like a sad little uncooked turkey, not the cute puppy that I am!  Luckily some folks from Lost Dog Rescue found me and took me in!  All my hair came back and I've grown up into a, dare-I-say, handsome young pup.  Now, I'm living large with my foster people and my sometimes-grumpy little-hound foster brother just waiting to find my forever family!