corabelle

wants in the house.  now that we're compatibly walking off-leash with the pack on a regular basis, she heads off toward the back door, asap.  she's even used the doggie door and come into the garage.  things like that make you wonder what her life was like, before the shelter.

if you're wondering why i won't bring her inside, there are several reasons.  she has a comfortable shed with cross ventilation and a ceiling fan.  there's doggie door access to a covered, fenced, yard that will be safe even for the pups when they're old enough to do more than scoot out blindly onto the linoleum.  i could never re-create that for her, in the house.  also, she's extremely defensive whenever one of my dogs comes near the boundary of her little sanctuary.  it could get ugly, in a heartbeat, if that happened inside.  and finally, there's been so much upheaval for my dogs since i began taking in fosters that i'm reluctant to even suggest that there's anything permanent in this situation.  i'm hoping that corabelle and her babies will move on, without drama, to permanent homes after a while.  i don't want to mislead her heart or mine.

oh.  and if you're interested in helping me name them, there's one boy pup - who looks like a very mini rottweiler - and one girl, with little white feet and a white blaze on her chest.  they're barely as big as my hand and they haven't opened their eyes yet, but its the boy pup who keep scooting out of the crate onto the floor.  already an adventurer!

on another front, the little stray that i coaxed into the shelter is up for adoption.  they've named him Jefferson.  big name for a wee fellow.  he's a delightful little man.  snuggly and quiet with people but playful with any other dog he meets.  i do love, love him.

and Mr. Banks is still waiting for a home.  he's less grumbly when i take him outside now.  i won't say take him for walks cause he will only walk as far as the first shady spot before he stretches out, frog-like on the grass, head up, eyes closed, facing into the breeze.  he growled just once, today and it seemed like a mere formality...as opposed to some genuine dissatisfaction.  i'm planning on taking him to my vet monday, to have him checked over.  he just doesn't seem to feel very good and i want to make sure he's getting what he needs to flourish.  and i'm praying he gets enough time for that to happen.