One at a time? Nope, this time it is two.

Max man left for his new home last week Sunday. Less than an hour later, I was on the way home with two pups given a second chance at life. These pups were a personal rescue of a friend.  She was in the Bahamas when she crossed the paths of these two pups. Needless to say, life was rough for them. After lots of hard work and dedication, they made it to Wisconsin. I received permission for intake into SandiPaws. They have been here a week. They are so much work yet have provided way more enjoyment. Tomorrow, they will go to an adoption event. I highly doubt that they will be coming back my home. Hopefully, they will be on their way to their new forever homes. I will cry. Both from happiness and sadness. It truly is not easy.

Nassau, the sensitive, reserved Pot Cake

Bahama, the brave underdog,Bahamian Pot Cake

Baby Baha riding in the stroller

 First day home

Fostering dogs

Since settling at the McHaney Acres, I have decided to take on fostering dogs for local rescue, SandiPaws. SandiPaws takes in local surrenders  but most of its work is focused on saving lives from high  shelters in Alabama. There is a great network of people down south that pull dogs from shelters and evaluates street dogs/strays for foster and adoption up here. I struggle to understand how our human species can treat such loving souls so poorly. But there are a special group of people that have such redeeming qualities.

My first foster arrived  couple weeks ago. His name is Max Man and his breed is best known as Alabama Brown dog.  But some of those dog breed analysts think he is a greyhound/plott hound mix. Personally, my vote is greyhound/boxer. Truly, it doesn't matter. He was scared shitless coming to Wisconsin after a year long stay with his foster in Alabama. She nursed him through heartworm treatment. His first days with us, he never left his crate. But only a few days later he started to settle in. Jordy, my personal dog loves him. The boys adore him and Harold says not much (that is huge). In two short days, he is going to meet his (hopefully) forever family that has a Rhodesian Ridgeback, and two 11 year old twin girls.  Right now, I am not sure if I am cut out for fostering. My heart for these souls are so soft. But I need to remind myself that for every dog that leaves adopted, another one is saved from a lonely life and death not knowing love and kindness.