Dog Lovers!

[+ purplekow]

I had a job interview to be the director of a nursing facility.  That day, I had an early morning veterinarian appointment for my three dogs.  The vet ran late and the visit took longer than expected so I called the facility to see about pushing the appointment back or changing it to another day.  They said that if I could get there on time with the dogs, that they would let the dogs come into the interview.  

I sat at a long conference table and all three dogs laid down around my chair under the table.  The interview went on and they were perfect gentle dogs.  As I went to leave, each of the dogs sought out residents, who greeted them as though they were long lost friends.  The dogs loved the attention, and I spent quite a bit of time having the dogs visit.  They were not certified therapy dogs so I could not make this a regular practice, but the dogs took to the residents immediately and the residents took to the dogs lovingly.  

BTW, I did not get the job.   But subsequently, I was the director of a PACE facility for elderly and physically challenged adults.  I would bring my yellow lab Bonehead into the office on occasion, and he took to the role of canine ambassador immediately.  

Dogs, children and the elderly,  a triad of love for the most part.  

Edited September 1, 2023 by purplekow

[samhexum]

[samhexum]

[+ glutes]

On 8/31/2023 at 7:13 PM, samhexum said:

@ICTJOCK said:  A beagle lover here.   "Scout-Scout"  gives good wishes. 

BELLAIRE, Mich. − He’d had enough of being at the animal shelter, so Scout the dog climbed over one tall fence and then another, crossed a busy highway in the darkness, entered the automatic doors of a nursing home down the road, walked unnoticed into the lobby, hopped onto a couch, curled into a ball and quietly went to sleep for the night.

An astonished nurse there found him the next morning. She called Antrim County Animal Control, whose shelter happens to be just down the road. And they discovered that he'd escaped from there the night before.

Scout was a stray mutt. He had no identity, no history. The shelter staff gave him his new name, but otherwise they knew nothing about him, though they noticed he had the distinct demeanor of an abused dog. Somebody apparently once shot him too, with BBs or birdshot, because his jowl still had some kind of round pellets embedded in it. You couldn’t see them, but you could feel them if he let you touch him.

The sheriff came and took him back to the shelter.

 

Scout the dog sits on the couch in the lobby of Meadow Brook Medical Care Facility on Thursday, July 13, 2023. It's the spot where staff found him after he escaped from a nearby animal shelter.

But a few nights later there was Scout, back on that same couch in the nursing home lobby. Somehow he again scaled a 10-foot chain-link fence, then a 6-foot solid privacy fence, crossed a highway without getting run over, entered the front door unnoticed, jumped onto the same couch as before and made himself at home for the night.

A call was placed again. He was brought back to the shelter again.

Just a couple of nights after that, Scout was back on the couch for the third time. And the staff had a decision to make.

Lost and found

Meadow Brook Medical Care Facility is a long-term medical care residence about an hour northeast of Traverse City. It cares mostly for seniors, some of whom have terminal illnesses, or dementia, or simply nowhere else to go or nobody to look after them. There are 82 beds split between several smaller households.

For some reason, this is the place Scout the dog decided to make his home.

“I’m a person who looks at outward signs, and if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be,” said Marna Robertson, 57, the nursing home’s administrator. “He did that one time, two times, three times, and obviously that’s something that you should pay attention to. And I asked the staff, ‘Well, he wants to be here. Would anybody like to have a dog?’”

 

Scout walks past residents of Meadow Brook Medical Care Facility in Bellaire on Thursday, July 13, 2023.

The staff formally adopted him. Suddenly the nursing home had its own pet. And the residents were delighted.

“I think it reminds them of being home,” said Rhonda Thomczak, 49, the administrative assistant at Glacier Hill, the household where Scout was first discovered. “When you’re home you have your pets, and you don’t get to have that here. Having a dog around makes it feel like home.”

Scout has free rein here at Glacier Hill, which houses about 20 seniors. He wanders the halls at will, lies down wherever he wishes and visits residents whenever the mood strikes him. He learned how to get into their rooms by jumping up and using his paw to pull down on door handles. And he knows which residents keep dog biscuits in their walkers to give to him.

“To each and every one of them, it’s their dog,” said Jenni Martinek, 49, the nursing home’s household coordinator, in whose office Scout has his bed and his toys.

'We woof you!'

Earlier this year, the nurses held a fundraiser in Scout’s honor. They put his photo on social media and asked for donations to the animal shelter that brought him in off the street, and thus to them. Hundreds of dollars came in from strangers who heard how he got there. Someone even came by just to meet this dog they saw online. And in February, he was named Resident of the Month. “We woof you!” said the poster announcing the honor, written by the staff. “Thank you for adopting us!”

 

Meadow Brook Medical Care Facility resident Butch Craig, 80, gives a bone to Scout after shaking his paw on Thursday, July 13, 2023.

It was just after lunch on a summer weekday, and Scout was making his rounds to see his favorite residents. He visited Butch Craig’s room, where the 80-year-old creates arts and crafts that are displayed along his windowsill. Scout comes here for biscuits, which he then buries in Craig’s chair for later use.

The dog then walked down the hall to see Bob Shumaker, whose room he enters in the middle of the night to wake the sleeping 84-year-old by pressing his wet snout against Shumaker’s sleeping face. It was startling at first, but now Shumaker likes it, so he pretends to be asleep while Scout repeats the snout press until Shumaker gives him a biscuit.

Scout made his way to the living room, just outside the dining area, where he found Shumaker’s sister, Shirley Sawyer, 82, who now lives under the same roof as her brother, just like they did as kids. And like the others he visited before, her face lit up when she saw him. “He’ll always let you pet him and lets you talk to him if you need someone to talk to,” she said, petting the dog. “It’s very nice.”

 

Scout found his forever home at Meadow Brook Medical Care Facility in Bellaire.

Where ever did you come from, pup?

But Scout is still a mystery. Nobody knows where he came from, what his original name was, how he wound up a stray that was picked up and brought to the county shelter. And nobody knows what bad things happened to him. “All they knew is he was abused,” Martinek said. “He was just very scared.”

Even now, his walk still has the slight hint of a cower, and his tail stays a little lowered even when it’s wagging. He’s frightened by loud noises. He’s leery in general of men who don’t live there. Even jangling keys get him nervous for some reason. And his expression is softly somber.

But most of all, nobody knows why he wanted to be here so badly.

“You know, it’s really hard to say,” Robertson said. “Maybe he felt like it was a safe environment. He certainly has a penchant for the elders. He’s very in tune with what they need, especially our very vulnerable population. If they have dementia or if they’re dying he knows that, and he will go and be with them and comfort them. He must’ve just felt like he needed to be here.”

Self-appointed protector

Indeed, as soon as he was given a home, he appointed himself its protector.

“He’s always watching, making sure everybody’s OK,” Martinek said. “If somebody is in the passing process, he’s in and out of the room, checking on them. He’ll even want to climb in bed with them.”

“He can sense that,” added Stephanie Elsey, 42, the facility’s clinical care coordinator. “We’ve had a few in the past whose room he won’t leave. We had a resident that when he was passing away, Scout wouldn’t leave his room. He makes a good nursing home dog. He knows his job and he’s good at what he does.”

 

Cheryl Patton, director of nursing at Meadow Brook Medical Care Facility, pets Scout as he makes his way around the facility in Bellaire with clinical care coordinator Stephanie Elsey on Thursday, July 13, 2023. "He makes a good nursing home dog," Elsey said. "He knows his job and hes good at what he does."

Scout came home with Martinek one time, the night the facility held a loud disaster drill that they knew would scare him. “I thought he’d climb in bed with me and sleep, but he laid in front of my bedroom door, one eye open, watching to make sure I was safe all night long, ‘cause he was protecting,” she said. “He was so exhausted by the time he came back here.”

A visitor rang the doorbell. Scout headed to the door, barked a few times and sat there waiting to see what who was trying to enter. He’s not big and he’s not menacing, but he goes through the motions anyway. “He just kind of knows who belongs or doesn’t,” Martinek said. "So if the doorbell rings he barks to let them know he’s guarding.”

 

'He knows his job and he’s good at what he does'

Later that day, Craig inched his walker down the hallway until he reached Martinek’s office. She was out, and he looked concerned. “I’m supposed to have pizza,” he said to nobody.

Last fall, a friend he’s known since childhood told him that she’d come by on July 13 this year to have a pizza dinner with him. They could go outside, she said, and sit in the sunny courtyard and enjoy pizza together in the fresh air of summer.

 

Scouts lays in the shade and remains on the lookout as Meadow Brook Medical Care Facility resident Bob Shumaker talks with household coordinator Jenny Martinek during an outdoor pizza party for another resident on Thursday, July 13, 2023. “He’s always watching, making sure everybody’s OK,” Martinek said.

On July 13, Craig waited for the doorbell to announce her arrival. The dinner hour came and went, but the friend never showed up. He called her at her downstate home. It turned out she simply forgot her offhand promise to him.

“But he didn’t forget,” said Martinek. “And so he has looked forward to this for months. Months and months. Since before Christmas. And he was devastated.”

The sight of him sitting in his room, alone and downhearted, was too much. “When you spend five days with them you become close with them and they become part of your extended family,” Martinek said of the residents. “And you don’t want to see them hurt.”

Guarding the people he adopted

The very next day, she threw him a pizza party of her own to show him he has friends who don’t forget about him. In fact, she was out getting pizzas when Craig came looking for her. But he didn’t know that. “I’m supposed to have pizza,” he said again, roaming the halls, leaning on his walker. It started looking to him like a repeat of the day before.

This time, though, he wasn’t stood up. Here came Martinek, his favorite nurse, with the pizzas she promised. Here came Shumaker and Sawyer, the brother and sister, who sit with Craig every day in the dining room at lunch, now summoned for the special party. And here came Scout, the dog that knows when someone isn’t feeling great, as if sensing yet again where he was needed the most.

 

Meadow Brook Medical Care Facility household coordinator Jenny Martinek checks on resident Butch Craig, 80, as Scout lurks behind her during a pizza party for Craig and a couple of his friends on Thursday, July 13, 2023.

They all gathered at a table under the shade of a wide umbrella. Scout sat at their feet. Someone offered him a bite of pizza, but he didn’t eat it. Maybe he had too many treats from the residents that day and wasn't hungry, they speculated. Or maybe he was just content to be included in the party with his favorites. Instead, he laid his head down between his paws, resumed his somber expression and went back to guarding the people he adopted.

“I think he knows that this is his home and he is all of ours, so that gives him a sense of security,” Thomczak said. “And I think he just wants to protect that.”

 

Scout sits in a hallway next to Jenny Martinek, household coordinator at Meadow Brook Medical Care Facility in Bellaire, on Thursday, July 13, 2023. After finding the stray dog sleeping on a couch in their lobby, nurses at the facility had to decide what to do with him.

This article originally appeared in Detroit Free Press: Dog repeatedly escapes Michigan shelter, sneaks into nursing home

[edinbrooklyn]

On 8/17/2023 at 7:14 AM, ICTJOCK said:

So a fantastic Thursday to all!    So how many of you are dog lovers and wake up with the love and admiration of your canine comopanion(s)?

A beagle lover here.    "Scout-Scout"  gives good wishes.    It was a late night and he is giving me a little comfort!

Awww, so cute. The puppy’s not bad either! 😉 

[ICTJOCK]

51 minutes ago, edinbrooklyn said:

Awww, so cute. The puppy’s not bad either! 😉 

You are very nice,  kind sir!

[+ Tygerscent]

Random puppies I saw in Coos Bay. (So much love~!!!) I call them Mutt and Jarf~
Black lab Pitt puppy (she is adorable)  
Her older step brother (the brown Dogo)    
Nanook my grey wolf companion of 22yrs.  
Nanook with Raison the Greek kitty…   
#9 is the coyote puppy that I made friends with when first moving into my current home. She hangs in the yard with me when I landscape at night and sits within 5 feet of me. She comes and goes as she pleases~  Last year she had her first litter of pups and she brought them into the yard to show me but, they would not come out  of the bushes all the way~   No worries… Perhaps better they don’t trust people~ Very sweet all five of them~ She is now 7yrs old~   
 Picture number 12 is Nanook the wolf at age 22yrs~  
 He’s a little old man there~🥰He’s so beautiful~  
 Was a happy boy always and had such a strong sense of life~   
  He died a natural death, in my arms. Old age and no euthanasia. He sat up, called for me. I moved next to him, (we were sleeping on the floor together always by that time), told him I was there and love him with all of my heart… He died within a few minutes.    
  I drew in his last breath and held it in as long as I could… bathed him that night and slept next to him until morning~  Took him to Dignified Pet in Tualatin, Oregon~ It’s part of Sunset Finley where I had my mom cremated~   
 Was a bit protective and didn’t want others handling Nanook~  The staff were compassionate towards my concerns. 
 I put him into the Kiln myself and closed the door, waited the five hours until he was done and carefully removed his bones from the oven~ They are predominately intact~ He is with my mom’s ashes, brothers ashes, Raison that Greek kitties ashes in a special area of my house. 
 Nanook is the deepest bond to anything/anyone I’ve had in my entire life~ Part of me always and my greatest joy~   
 Since my fur kids all live well into their twenties, I will not be having anymore but, I love on others fur kids whenever possible~ 

 

Edited September 8, 2023 by Tygerscent

[+ Tygerscent]

On 8/31/2023 at 4:04 PM, purplekow said:

I had a job interview to be the director of a nursing facility.  That day, I had an early morning veterinarian appointment for my three dogs.  The vet ran late and the visit took longer than expected so I called the facility to see about pushing the appointment back or changing it to another day.  They said that if I could get there on time with the dogs, that they would let the dogs come into the interview.  

I sat at a long conference table and all three dogs laid down around my chair under the table.  The interview went on and they were perfect gentle dogs.  As I went to leave, each of the dogs sought out residents, who greeted them as though they were long lost friends.  The dogs loved the attention, and I spent quite a bit of time having the dogs visit.  They were not certified therapy dogs so I could not make this a regular practice, but the dogs took to the residents immediately and the residents took to the dogs lovingly.  

BTW, I did not get the job.   But subsequently, I was the director of a PACE facility for elderly and physically challenged adults.  I would bring my yellow lab Bonehead into the office on occasion, and he took to the role of canine ambassador immediately.  

Dogs, children and the elderly,  a triad of love for the most part.  

Bones and Brandy and Bear and the rest of the crew~ All great kids~ 

[+ Tygerscent]

A clip of my Coyote girl, her puppies and mates calling outside my door… They are SOOoOoooOoOoo LOUD and then they just go silent~ 😂

[+ purplekow]

On 8/20/2023 at 9:49 AM, sync said:

I ceased dog ownership after my third loss.  I lost two to automobile strikes and the third one to cancer.  The consuming grief from the third loss solidified my decision to forego any future dog ownership. My encounters with the dogs of neighbors sustain me for the present.

Since my wife's passing in 2000, I have had 16 dogs and 13 have passed on.  Each passing was difficult but it only confirmed the wonderful relationship I had with the animal and I would not exchange that experience out of fear of sadness of their passing.  I can find myself smiling many years later thinking or recalling what one of them did.  Recalling how Bonehead got his name, or Holly humped my leg while my life and I tried to have some passionate time together.  Deciding not to have a pet is a personal decision but I continue to adopt not because I am not afraid of the inevitable passing ( at this point it is 50 50 as to who is going first) but rather for all the joy that is added to my life.  Without my dogs over these last 23 years, I do not know if I could have gotten through many of the personal difficulties and traumatic situations.  They have added so much and I would have missed all that if I allowed fear of loss to be the prime mover in my relationship with pertanimals.  Dogs can also be great due magnets in parks and elsewhere.  

So, if anyone out there is not adopting out of fear of loss, consider all there is to gain.  On the other had, if you are not willing to give your whole heart and sacrifice some of your own creature comforts (just this week I lost two comforters and a two pair of socks and the rest of a well chewed slipper)  then by all means, support the animals that you come across in your life from afar.  

[+ purplekow]

STorm is approaching and a bit of thunder and lightning.  I am now prepared to be crushed by the shared bed with the three ladies in my life.  Less than optimal comfort for me but a calm reassurance for them.  

[+ Charlie]

I was given my first dog, a little black terrier mix, when I was 9 years old. She was an unclaimed stray, picked up by my father's cousin, the official dogcatcher in a small New England town, whom we happened to be visiting. We took her home and had had her for only a couple of weeks, when we realized she was pregnant; one night she gave birth to a litter of six puppies, underneath my bed. None of the pups looked like the mother, and within a month one of the surviving pups was bigger than she was. That began a stretch for me of seven decades of living with dogs.

I have owned all kinds of dogs, from purebred showdogs, purchased from top breeders in the dog show world, to mutts with unknown histories, adopted from a variety of public and private shelters. Their images ranged from a brace of sleek 75 lb. Greyhounds, to a blind old 10 lb Miniature Poodle. Their colors ranged from solid black to solid white, and all kinds of variations in between. I acquired them at various stages of their lives, from puppyhood to one 9 year old, whose elderly owners had died. No two had exactly the same temperament, but they all had their own lovable characteristics. They were as diverse as the men I have slept with.

Some dogs prefer their own beds, others would rather share yours. At one point I had to have a bed built to accommodate my partner and myself, and two adult Greyhounds, who liked the warmth of human companions on cold nights. My partner and I now sleep in separate rooms. During the day, our current canine companion usually positions himself somewhere he can keep track of both of us as we settle down or move around in the house, to make sure one of us can't leave without him knowing it. At night, he always starts the night in one of our beds, but at some time during the night he usually leaves and goes to the other's bed, and occasionally returns eventually to the first bed. We have never figured out how he decides where to start and when to move, because he has no discernible pattern, and never shows any particular favoritism to one of us or the other, except at mealtime (I feed him).

One of our elderly neighbors recently passed away suddenly, leaving a sweet old dog. Luckily, he had a friend who was willing to take her. Unfortunately, we are finally reaching the age when my spouse or both of us will probably end up in an assisted living facility (perhaps in the sky), so if he passes before then, I would be reluctant to get another dog. If we go first, however, we have nice younger gay neighbors who love our dog and would be happy to take him, so we have given them power of attorney to do so. If you have a loved companion animal, it is something that is worth thinking about when you are making legal arrangements.

 

 

 

[wsc]

I have got to stop reading this thread! I keep getting dehydrated.😪

[samhexum]

Dog dubbed 'Cheeto' rescued after three days with head stuck in bucket of cheeseballs

[samhexum]

[samhexum]

[ICTJOCK]

On 8/19/2023 at 7:28 PM, Lazarus said:

My 11 year old beagle died unexpectedly in 2022. It was the worst day of my life. I miss him every day. 

Looks like I didn't see this earlier.    I totally understand where you are coming from.   I lost my first beagle in April, 2016 after a bout with an aggressive form of Cancer.   It was a difficult process of loss for me as I loved that dog dearly.   He will always hold a special place in my heart and he's with me every day.    I wouldn't have my 3 beagles now if it wasn't  for him.    I'm certainly very sorry for your loss!

[spidir]

George Graham Vest (December 6, 1830 – August 9, 1904) was best known during his lifetime for his "a man's best friend" closing arguments from the trial in which damages were sought for the killing of a dog named Old Drum on October 18, 1869:

The best friend a man has in this world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it the most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog.

A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.

If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies, and when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death.

[+ azdr0710]

https://www.cnn.com/2023/11/14/us/colorado-hiker-missing-dog-alive/index.html

(I think?? the pictured dog, from the Facebook link in article, is part of the rescue crew)

[+ Just Sayin]

I was in Edinburgh a couple of months ago and learned the story of Greyfriars Bobby; he stayed at his human's grave for 14 years: 

The Story of Greyfriars Bobby

WWW.HISTORIC-UK.COM

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Greyfriars Bobby was the dog who for 14 years guarded his masters grave in Greyfriars Kirkyard in Edinburgh...

 

 

[Mo Mason]

Lewis is the first hound dog I've ever had - he's a black and tan coonhound - and I will now always have a hound.  He's very friendly and loyal and active and handsome.  80 pound lap dog.

I also adore Saint Bernards.

 

[Guest]

Reading this thread I realize I’ve had a dog by my side my entire life! Different breeds, different temperaments, different needs; loved them all. Fortunately, all full lives with natural endings. Current companion never leaves my side. I’ve wondered whether providers whom I’ve hosted for overnights have minded her nuzzling in 😆 None seem to, and she loves the company!

[Guest]

2 hours ago, Mo Mason said:

Lewis is the first hound dog I've ever had - he's a black and tan coonhound - and I will now always have a hound.  He's very friendly and loyal and active and handsome.  80 pound lap dog.

I also adore Saint Bernards.

 

Always wanted a Blue Tick Coonhound; was concerned it would be bored if unable to hunt. Yours is a beauty!

[Guest]

On 9/8/2023 at 1:57 AM, Tygerscent said:

Random puppies I saw in Coos Bay. (So much love~!!!) I call them Mutt and Jarf~
Black lab Pitt puppy (she is adorable)  
Her older step brother (the brown Dogo)    
Nanook my grey wolf companion of 22yrs.  
Nanook with Raison the Greek kitty…   
#9 is the coyote puppy that I made friends with when first moving into my current home. She hangs in the yard with me when I landscape at night and sits within 5 feet of me. She comes and goes as she pleases~  Last year she had her first litter of pups and she brought them into the yard to show me but, they would not come out  of the bushes all the way~   No worries… Perhaps better they don’t trust people~ Very sweet all five of them~ She is now 7yrs old~   
 Picture number 12 is Nanook the wolf at age 22yrs~  
 He’s a little old man there~🥰He’s so beautiful~  
 Was a happy boy always and had such a strong sense of life~   
  He died a natural death, in my arms. Old age and no euthanasia. He sat up, called for me. I moved next to him, (we were sleeping on the floor together always by that time), told him I was there and love him with all of my heart… He died within a few minutes.    
  I drew in his last breath and held it in as long as I could… bathed him that night and slept next to him until morning~  Took him to Dignified Pet in Tualatin, Oregon~ It’s part of Sunset Finley where I had my mom cremated~   
 Was a bit protective and didn’t want others handling Nanook~  The staff were compassionate towards my concerns. 
 I put him into the Kiln myself and closed the door, waited the five hours until he was done and carefully removed his bones from the oven~ They are predominately intact~ He is with my mom’s ashes, brothers ashes, Raison that Greek kitties ashes in a special area of my house. 
 Nanook is the deepest bond to anything/anyone I’ve had in my entire life~ Part of me always and my greatest joy~   
 Since my fur kids all live well into their twenties, I will not be having anymore but, I love on others fur kids whenever possible~ 

 

So fortunate to have had that relationship!

[samhexum]

• Newark shelter trying to find home for 'once rambunctious' dog named Red who has been there 2 years: 'Melancholy and depressed' 

• So one could say Red is blue.

•  

  They’re desperately trying to find this hound a home for the holidays.

  An animal shelter in Newark is hoping one of its longtime canine residents will be adopted soon.

  Six-year-old Red has spent two years at the Associated Humane Societies in Newark, N.J.. and the shelter is noticing the “once rambunctious and lively spirited dog is now melancholy and depressed.”

  “Our staff know it, our volunteers know it- but the world doesn’t seem to understand Red is an amazing dog,” the shelter posted on its Facebook page.

  “Red is dog friendly and a great dog for a home with adults,” the post continued. “At 6 years old Red has spent 1/3 of his life behind a kennel door. Can a compassionate and understanding family take Red under their wing- either through foster or adoption?”

  

  The shelter noticed the dog has grown melancholy.

Edited November 19, 2023 by samhexum
for absolutely NO @%!*ING reason at all!