After loosing our beloved Fido to kidney failure July 23, 2009, Mike and I realized how quiet our home was, it was too quiet. After a couple of weeks of virtual silence, I decided to bring Barkley home from the holding facility for the weekend. The weekend passed and that next week Mike adopted her. Barkley is Mike’s son’s dog – she hugs him and loves him to the end of the earth. The house was not longer quiet by any means, but it was still lacking something…a cat. I adopted Pistachio a couple of weeks later.

These puppies were the ones that my dad picked up off the side of the road in the dead of winter. We had to leave the next day on a trip so we had to find a place for the puppies but there was no where for them to go. We called the police dispatch office saying we had the puppies and asked who we had to call. The lady there was so relieved we had picked up the puppies because a logger had called them in and they didn't know who to send out to get them. This is the whole reason we started fostering. These poor puppies were so starved that they were bloated. All we had for them was cat food and they snarfed it right down and they drank two huge bowls of water before they were finally satisfied. They were so cold from being outside that I had to snuggle with them for a while. They were so cute and I couldn't understand how anyone could do something like this. This is why I love fostering puppies. I was so happy when I heard all of them had gotten good homes.