I am at a level of anger that rivals any I have displayed over the years. Along with that I am also disappointed and disgusted.
I just found out last night that Foster's original owner (which I already knew was selfish) is even more so. In the time that since she pretty much dumped Foster, she has gotten married to the same guy she was with, bought a house, adopted 2 more dogs and is continueing to study either to be a vet tech or veternarian.
Isn't that special.
I think the thing that kicks me in the gut is how could she toss Foster aside, never inquire once about him and then just go on with her life like he never existed.
This whole thing just makes me understand him so much more... Why he's so needy and the girls aren't. Lucy and Dollie are extremely confident and know they are loved no matter what. Foster... worries all the time and needs to be constantly assured that he has a place and that he is loved.
What is sad is she going to be taking care of animals for a living. Not mine that's for sure.
I hope I never run into her. Or should I say... She better hope I never run into her.
this picture was taken shortly after he came to live at my house. Afraid of the girls, afraid of pretty much everything.
Look at him from a couple months ago. He has found his spot in the pack. I have noticed his tail is up when he walks around the house (which denotes confidence) and he generally happy. He knows he's loved... I just think he sometimes just can't believe it.