I knew I’d make a lousy foster.
Both Finn and Moose went to their new forever homes this past week. I knew I’d be a lousy foster (I still miss Cash even though I know he has a great family!), and sure enough, the tears started when I dropped Finn off with his ride down to Houston (if Belle wasn’t such a diva, I would have been a foster failure). I’ve heard from his new mom, and she’s thrilled to have him and seems as enamored of him as I am. So I know he’s in good hands (and one of Finn’s brothers, Huck, was adopted by Finn’s mom’s good friend and co-worker, so he’ll have lots of super fun brotherly playtime). Then, the next day Moose went to his new home. I swear they know and do their damndest to make it as difficult as possible to give them up! Moose spent his last day with me playing with Bear – actually playing – for the first time, sitting still for a bath, and dozing all snuggled up on me… making it that much more difficult to let him go! But he has some great new parents and a new brother (2-legged), and I’m sure they’ll soon be inseparable (assuming his new parents will be able to stop cuddling him for a minute – that big boy is as sweet and laid back a pup as you’ll ever find).
So both Finn and Moose went to great homes and I know they’ll be spoiled rotten. Doesn’t mean I don’t miss them something fierce though.
Catching Moose up a bit on the photo count… We had some mini shoots on Bear’s Molly Mutt bed, and then on my bed (where he had an accident – that I luckily caught immediately before it could seep through to the mattress)
The flat cow was a hit with all three puppies, including Little Bit (now “Zoe”), who would drag it around and sleep on it despite the fact it’s double her size.
They’re really starting to become dogs (rather than babies). The two of them played – mostly chasing each other (Finn in the lead) and trying to steal sticks from one another.
Finn’s a lot busier than Moose. Always on the lookout, always wanting to check everything out.
Moose is more content to just hang.
For Finn though, there was little time for lounging when there were so many sticks that needed chewing.
Moose was easier to shoot in a lot of ways, but I ended up with less variety since he’s less animated and much more chill.
I should note that it was possible to catch a rare still Finn moment.
More often, Finn found things to occupy himself. Including his foot.
Love that mug.
Moose’s lip gets stuck from time to time – sometimes with some teeth showing, other times, just a smirk. How you doin’?
Moose was a little timid about going down the front porch stairs. Finn? Leapt off the side into the ivy – again and again and again.
Moose was quite concerned that Finn and I were three steps down. (He did finally go down once – and up a couple times.)
I’m wondering if Moose’s funny little ear will eventually work its way up. I seem to remember Bear’s looking a little similar to Moose’s so it just might. And you know I love a lopsided dog.
I already miss having a puppy or two around so I’ll be bringing a couple more from DFW Rescue Me home with me later tonight. This time it’s a pair of baby chihuahuas – a breed that I like, but that I have never been overly tempted to own and that I have no illusions would ever fit in well with my beasts. So… I’m hoping that means it’ll be a little easier when they find their homes. Maybe. Fingers crossed.
I asked Belle what she thought about me bringing more puppies home….
Such an attitude.