My Golden/Chow mix, that I'd been fostering since Dec. just got adopted. It was a tough day, but I think the woman who adopted her is going to give her the most wonderful home. She came out to meet Bea, and took a picture of her (to e-mail her mom).
When I went out for the home visit, she had food and water dishes out, a basket of toys, and there was Bea's framed photo, on top of her tv.
Anyway, after reminding the director of the shelter that I am NOT a Jack Russell person, I got one. This little guy apparently either jumped or was thrown from a car. A lady with two jack russells was fostering him, but she broke her shoulder and can't handle him right now. Since the director is going out of town for a couple of days, she asked me to take him. If he's not too difficult, I'll keep fostering him until he's adopted. If he is, he's going back to her when she gets back!!!
So far, he's been fine. Spike's not too sure about him yet, so I haven't let them play together. He just looks at him like, "Is that thing really a dog?" I'll give it a few days before I try that.
I've never had a little dog that I could just scoop up with one arm and hold, so we're having some fun with him. Here's the picture: