I Spoke Too Soon

A few posts ago, I was celebrating because all the puppies were gone. We dropped off the last two puppies on Saturday at 10 a.m., and said our good-byes. My husband cleaned up their pen and took down the gate. At 2 p.m., we got a phone call. One of the puppies was stood up by potential adopters. Did we want to keep fostering her?

Well...since there's only one puppy left, she's living in the house now. It's been three more weeks, and still, no one has adopted her. We're really surprised, since she's a very sweet, very calm girl (especially for a puppy), and gets along well with kids and cats alike. She's also got superpowers, from hanging out with her buddy Spiderman all day long.

Seriously, folks, if any of you are thinking of getting a puppy, this is one nice dog. She is part pit bull (mom was a pit mix, dad was some type of shepherd), and she has terrible puppy gas (we're talking paint peeling), but that's about it. She's even crate trained already (but not housebroken)! And no, I'm not keeping her - that would put us at FIVE dogs, which is getting ridiculous!