My Foster Fail Account
I never believed in love at first sight until I met my 12th foster, Roux (then called Red). Within an hour of meeting him, I knew that I couldn’t let this one go. It was the instant bond with my other dog that sealed the deal, and to this day, they are inseparable.
He has come so far from the terrified, matted, underweight little scruff in the first picture. Today, he is happy, playful, cuddly and very eager to learn new things. He has made amazing strides towards learning to trust new people and I continue to work with him every day to overcome any residual fears.
I love my “miniature couch collie”, as I call him, with all his idiosyncrasies and quirks. Best decision ever!