It's a Special Needs Foster Season

Do you remember Pebbles, the puppy that arrived from Puerto Rico with bad hind legs?  You can refresh your memory, or learn about her, here and here.  She was super, duper special needs and she's been uh-dop-ted by a pretty special mama that loves her to the moon.  

Our next foster puppies were three American Bulldog puppies that were all deaf.  They didn't know they were deaf, which was fortunate for them since their barks were ear piercing.

This is them on their ride from the AWS, all snuggled together.  Unfortunately, we learned quite early...they can't travel in a crate without pooping every.single.time!  Stinky!  

They didn't have names, so my mama and papa and Auntie Wendy got to name them.  Papa named Blanca, she was the biggest of them all and the most bulldoggie looking.

Auntie Wendy named Ivory.  She was the middle one...not too big and not too small, just about perfect.  She had a little bit of black along the edge of her left ear.

"What do you mean it's all my fault?"

Ivory is the reason the tall fence had to be put up so quickly; she was the first one to climb over the short one.

Mama named the pipsqueak Pearl.  She was just darn cute.

Here I am saying "hi" to Blanca.

They stayed with us for a couple of weeks because they got sick and couldn't get spayed when they were scheduled. They had lots (and lots) of nasty diarrhea, so had to visit the vet at the AWS.  That visit took about two hours because they were concerned about Parvo, a very serious disease and often fatal to puppies.  Thankfully, that wasn't the problem.  They came home with medicine and a very messy crate. ;o( *sigh*

Once they started feeling better, every one got a bath.

Ivory

Blanca

Pearl

They learned very quickly when it was time to eat.

They all got to run and play outside of their kennel several times a day but sadly, it was really super cold for most of the time they were with us, so they didn't get outside except for a few minutes during the whole two weeks.

Blanca and Pearl playing tug

My mama called them the three little piggies and she loved taking pictures of them all snuggled up together in a pig pile.

Ivory, Blanca, Pearl

They went back to the shelter yesterday and all got a bath before anyone interested in uh-dop-ting them could see them because they were covered in poop!  All three had new homes by the end of today.  YAY ;o)

Happy life little piggies!

Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham CGC TT