Doggie Sitting..

This past week, our little village had a new (temporary) addition: Miss Olivia. Her family went on vacation so no, she's not a foster.. LOL. She's the wiggliest, silliest pup.. and wonderful with the kids (she has three of her own at home). We call her, "Lovie" instead of Livvie.

They're not called KissABulls for nothing!

She's as sweet as she is darling!

And The Oscar Goes To...

The Divine Miss O!

A mysterious leg issue came up earlier in the week that sent Nantie's darling Dal to the vet. Unsure of what the x-rays were showing, a specialist was scheduled to look at them, as well. Bad infection? Cancer of the bone? Antibiotics were prescribed, her foot was wrapped and that dreaded cone put in place. Boy howdy, was our spotty dog miserable..



That is, of course, until we busted out the chicken... Hmmm..


I'm pleased to report she's getting better each day, it's not cancer but rather an infection from a possible mystery injury.

And Oreo ain't talking..

Sunday Funday

Over the last week Missy and My Kiwi puppy-sat for our min pin rescue. His name is Tonka and he's an absolute doll. A handful, yes, but a doll nonetheless.

The Good Lord made puppies adorable for a reason!

Like a baby, he was up every few hours to potty (or play). This little man has a big bark/shriek when required. He gets along wonderfully with all dogs big and small (from our dobe, to the cairn terriers, the poo-mixes, Nantie's Dalmatian and our 3 pinheads). At the end of the day in typical miniature pinscher fashion (when he's all tuckered out) Tonka finds a warm blankie, a welcoming lap and is out for the count. He's going to make someone an excellent companion.

Missy and MK were headed to Denver this morning and dropped him off with us. His real foster mom is set to arrive home from Chicago today and is our charge in the meantime. Here's a little bit of fun our Rusty, senior foster girl Coco and little Tonka had this morning:



Aren't they cute?!

These distractions have been really good for me. I've tried to keep myself busy and my mind off the silent phone. I wandered into the extra bedroom this morning and lamented over it's bland, white walls and stark, old furniture. It's impossible to decorate when you've chosen an age range of 3 months to 5 years old. I could really use some retail therapy right about now.

I know, I know.. must remember the "P" word (patience). So today I'll play with the puppy and the rest of our Motley Crew and focus on the good: Puppy breath, silly pounces, little shark teeth, et al.