An oldie foster dog has landed.
He has come to stay for a while until he finds his forever home. We've not had a Golden Retriever before, so it will make a change from all the lurchers.
He transferred to Oldies Club from a kennel-based rescue in Wales because he wasn't doing very well in kennels. He has bald patches on his feet where he's been nibbling them. Supposedly he is only 10, but at the moment he seems older: he struggles a bit with steps, and standing up when he's been lying down a while. But it may be that he will seem younger once he's had a good sleep: he has had a rather busy day. I didn't take him for our usual long evening walk with Rosie and Brythen, because he was clearly worn out. We did a little 'introduction' walk when he arrived, to make sure Rosie wasn't going to try to eat him, and that was more than enough.