Oops, I Did It Again

I took on another foster dog.

Um, I mean dogs. As in more than one. More than two.  More than three actually.
Reese is a 2 or 3yo Husky/Lab/Coonhound mix.  Probably.  Maybe?

She's heartworm positive. She had 6 puppies.  3 of them died because her chain twisted so badly that she couldn't get to them to feed them. Hard to miss the tow chain.  She's penned up, why did they chain her down too?


Luckily for Reese, somebody was watching out for her and intervened before any more damage could be done.  But it didn't stop there. They pulled her and her pups out of the filth. But they still had nowhere to go.  Something about this picture grabbed me and wouldn't let go.  I responded and offered to take them. All of them.


Sunday after our Pawsitive Vybe training camp, I drove to Iowa to pick them up and bring them home.

Oh, what was Red's reaction to this little family's arrival?  Use your imagination. 

No, he was fine with it.  He even named the puppies for me!  He's always been better at it than I have.  The black tri boy is 'Lyric', the darker red boy is 'Sosa' and the buckskin boy is 'Hooch'. 

And Reese played with a frisbee last night.  Like chase and tug and the whole bit.  Shhhhhh.... *wink*