and her two little sausage pups that i brought home yesterday are settled in and once again i've demonstrated that it's pointless for me to have a plan. i wasn't going to take another foster for a while. i did and do need to focus some attention on my own crazy pack. but she's a nameless, elderly-seeming stray who startled the shelter staff by giving birth in her kennel stall two nights ago. not all of her babies survived and truth is, she and the other two weren't going to make it, either. for practical reasons, they'd already been short-listed when i got to work that day.
i don't know this dog. we have no established relationship cause she never made it to adoptions and volunteers are not allowed to mess with them till they've made that cut. the most we can do is slide a treat under the gate as we pass and she was one who never looked up from her corner...never ate a treat or even noticed one. bringing her here, with her accumulated trauma, was stressful for both of us. she was frightened, restless and kept stepping on the wee babies in the crate, making them squeal pitifully. i wanted to remove the pups to safety but i wasn't about to reach in there with the agitated mom, to get them. i just had to trust they'd be ok which, apparently, they are.
the bad news is that the pups look nothing like their mom. she's vaguely collie-like...brownish and fluffy. she appears touchingly vulnerable with her aged, white face. the young ones are black dogs. two sleek, shiney, whimpering little black dogs. Godhelpthem.
i guess i'll keep you updated, as she settles in. Meantime, i'm seriously questioning my own sanity. where will this all end? there has to be a limit and right now, this morning, i'm pretty sure i'm closing in on it.
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