How I Got Named the Rescue Stork
When I asked Zach if I could bring Princess the chihuahua mix home for the night, that’s all I meant.
One night for me to get to know the pipsqueak better so that I could get some photos that would show the world how wonderful she is.
But we kinda fell in love with Princess.
And she kinda fell in love with Zach.
So at the end of night two, he gave her permission to come home with me every night until she was adopted. I did not protest.
As foster dogs go, Princess was a dream. After getting over some first night jitters, she settled in like she owned the place. Here favorite place to perch was Zach’s chest, and she was satisfied to cuddle there all evening. She preferred to sleep in her own bed at night. She didn’t yap when we put her in a kennel. And our dogs didn’t seem to mind having her around at all. In fact, the extra “competition” at dinnertime seemed to kick Scooby the elderpin’s appetite into high gear, which was just fine by me.
And my plan worked.
Finally, my friend Katie, who had been intrigued by Princess since she first came into the Wayward Dog Foundation, couldn’t resist anymore. She had to meet the little dog.
So, I packed up Princess in a carrier three days before Christmas. It wasn’t hard to guess the final outcome…
Katie says when the rescue stork showed up, her little family became complete. You can read her take on it over at Pigtales Blog.