Oh my, how to start this story. A few years ago my then girlfriend and I rescued a tiny puppy that was dumped at on of the local Indian reservations. This little dog became my heart dog, we just had a bond. She really only listened to me, but she was loved beyond belief by everyone in the family. When we broke up some years later she kept the dog and I visited every now an then. For the last two years I haven't seen this dog at all due to the way ex relationships happen to work.
Flash forward to today. My ex now has a child and is moving into an apartment and can no longer keep the dog. So after two years of no communication one of our mutual friends calls and asks me to at least foster her. She, the dog, has had a lot of stress lately and has been between homes while the ex has been looking for an apartment. Because of this she is very skinny and not in the best of health. But that's all about to change!
She's a mix of everything, but the more clear breeds are Lab, pit, shepherd, husky. She's an extrodinarily smart, but stubborn dog. I had to be a little stern with her at first, but now she's starting to understand that she isn't #1 in the household. We're getting back to the basics. Got her a high quality dry food, I'd love to feed raw, but not right now.. right now is recovery time. Got her a bath and ear cleaning, picked up a new crate, a new collar with tags, and tons of toys.
Without further human BS here is Frankenstein, a.k.a. Frankie, Stein, Franny, and lots of other things. Pictures in the next post.
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