New foster dog!
I have succumbed to the lure of fostering another dog. His name is Simon.
Simon is 1) the sweetest, mellowest dog EVAH; 2) apparently a mixture of Corgi and Jack Russell terrier (he's Corgi-sized, but has the markings and hair of a Jack Russell), and 3) staying with me while he recuperates from surgery (which they figure will be about a month, at which point he should be adoptable. And the rescue group doesn't figure that'll take long to happen, as Simon is quite the keeper.) Simon's story has not been a happy one -- if only his woman done left him he'd have the makings of a damn fine country song -- but we're hoping to make it better from here on out.
It goes like this: First, Simon's owner died. When the family came over to clean out the owner's house, they didn't pay attention to where Simon was, left the door open, and Simon ran out into the street where he was hit by a car. The family then took the injured Simon to the city shelter and left him there. (Say it with me: BASTARDS!)
After sitting around for a week or more, someone from The Rescue Train animal rescue group saw him and got him out of the shelter. It turned out he had a fractured pelvis, which had been left without treatment long enough that it had started to heal (the wrong way) already. They performed surgery to fix him the best they could. Initially, Simon couldn't walk or go to the bathroom -- they had to express his bladder for him. After two weeks, though, he could do both. (He had also thoroughly charmed everyone in the vet's office.) Then Lisa from The Rescue Train put out an email looking for a foster while he recuperated -- someplace quiet, with a person who's home most of the time, in a house with no other dogs and no stairs. He was not to walk much, just rest and get petted and relax.
That foster was me. :)
So Simon's here, hanging out, resting, getting used to the place and plastering people with kisses. More pictures after the cut. Click any of them for bigger versions. :)
Hanging out on his bed soon after arriving.
A closeup.
For some reason he likes to sleep with his head in my bookcase. Whatevs.
Simon is 1) the sweetest, mellowest dog EVAH; 2) apparently a mixture of Corgi and Jack Russell terrier (he's Corgi-sized, but has the markings and hair of a Jack Russell), and 3) staying with me while he recuperates from surgery (which they figure will be about a month, at which point he should be adoptable. And the rescue group doesn't figure that'll take long to happen, as Simon is quite the keeper.) Simon's story has not been a happy one -- if only his woman done left him he'd have the makings of a damn fine country song -- but we're hoping to make it better from here on out.
It goes like this: First, Simon's owner died. When the family came over to clean out the owner's house, they didn't pay attention to where Simon was, left the door open, and Simon ran out into the street where he was hit by a car. The family then took the injured Simon to the city shelter and left him there. (Say it with me: BASTARDS!)
After sitting around for a week or more, someone from The Rescue Train animal rescue group saw him and got him out of the shelter. It turned out he had a fractured pelvis, which had been left without treatment long enough that it had started to heal (the wrong way) already. They performed surgery to fix him the best they could. Initially, Simon couldn't walk or go to the bathroom -- they had to express his bladder for him. After two weeks, though, he could do both. (He had also thoroughly charmed everyone in the vet's office.) Then Lisa from The Rescue Train put out an email looking for a foster while he recuperated -- someplace quiet, with a person who's home most of the time, in a house with no other dogs and no stairs. He was not to walk much, just rest and get petted and relax.
That foster was me. :)
So Simon's here, hanging out, resting, getting used to the place and plastering people with kisses. More pictures after the cut. Click any of them for bigger versions. :)
Hanging out on his bed soon after arriving.
A closeup.
For some reason he likes to sleep with his head in my bookcase. Whatevs.