Those of you who have had children may know what I mean by "baby fever", that moment when suddenly you just have to have another one. Unfortunately, there's no tubal ligation corollary for "puppy fever". My latest bout of it started several weeks ago, and fight it as I might, I found myself, once more, at Petsmart on rescue adoption day. There's something about holiday weekends-- Father's Day, Christmas, now Easter. I don't know.
Long story short, meet Zoe Flewelling. Her mom is a boxer, her daddy was a travellin' man. Probably a local lab. She has webbed feet and a long snout. She is sweet as can be, very alert and people oriented, and tries to stay in contact with one of us at all times. A beautiful rich brindle with white on feet, head, chest, and an irresistable white tip on her waggy tail.
Emma adopted her on sight. The jury is still out with Jack, who has done a little growling, but also lots of tail wagging butt sniffing. We're keeping a careful eye on them all, especially at feeding time.