Bridie, my current foster, is perfect! We estimate she's roughly a year old, certainly no older, she's spotless in the house, good with other dogs, generally good on the lead, polite, learns quickly and would make someone a perfect companion.
The rescue had a home in mind for her and I had a good chat with her potential new family last night. This morning they have decided that she is not the dog for them. Why? She's the wrong colour. Words fail me.
I must also aplogise to all those whose blogs I usually frequent and comment on...life's been a little manic and I will catch up with you all soon I promise.
Birds get away with everything. - I wonder if birds ever hear songs on the radio and then chirp those songs and then the other birds are like, “OMG, FRANK. THAT SONG IS AMAZING. I CAN’T B...